Saturday, June 15, 2013

Interlace Again

The desert stretched on for miles. No signs of life, no vegetation, and yet he couldn't shake the sense of some grand and terrifying presence. It may have been the thirst, it may have been the isolation, it may have been madness plain and simple. It may have been any number of things, yet to him the dunes all seemed to arrange themselves in some sort of gigantic, unexplainable pattern.

More paper weaving, on a slightly large scale.
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