Euphoric at dawn, bird dogs dream of dark earth.
Aubade, a small band has rushed frightened faced skulls through the tall grasses of their own foot width hunting trails. Braiding a path away from defiled limestone monuments, away from incinerated kin.
Blurred blue, yellow & green holographics pinpoint approaching locations in mid-morning winds. Mountain faces turn so as to not flash a defiant eye.
Phoenix scratches static over communication lines from miles above, "the quartz vein has left a monoatomic dew". Manna for breakfast is an auspicious sync.
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