the layers of dust sifting reveal the snake long dormant under the heel movement, writhing, slowly sands sifting layer by layer, rising slowly, closed eyes opening movement subtle shifting sands sifting unknown time unknown space serpent risen leaving only its ghost life behind a sheer, shirked skin an empty reminder of the past and a warning to whom gazes... there is a serpent somewhere out there, it has awoken and it is hungry no longer under the heel

Northern America

The Awakening.

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