Find Solace

She speaks to me in lost languages, as we drift through the darkening desert.

The sun forces the sky purple as it sets somewhere behind us. She looks at me with ruby eyes.

“Find comfort in me,” she says. “Find solace.”

I can’t. Not yet.

We continue to walk through settling sands, the wind growing cold, the world growing dark.

A dream-inspired portrait of a would-be guide.