Dawn stretched lazily. It was so quiet it was divine; she’d be happy to stay here forever, and as she laughed outcome, the mist whirred frantically, mimicking the confusion she’d felt when she’d awoken to find herself unexpectedly here.
Then she’d been devastated, everything had been a blur, the overwhelming heat threatening to set off her hysteria, but that had only been for the first hundred years or so.
Shrugging her shoulders Dawn reached out and nabbed a sharp rock, filing the tips of her fingernails aggressively again.
It had worked out though, seemed hell was her kind of place.