DiNoDrAwEr

The shadows are getting longer, the light is getting dimmer. The big light is going to rest, leaving a fiery trail behind it, until the world goes dark and the millions of eyes of the sky begin watching. Now, it is time to wake up. The moutains of sand are still warm when they leave their refuge, under the distorted trunk of an old, decrepit tree. The ground - which can look almost as white as the big light under it's hot wrath - is now a blueish purple, and the silver circle, the one that brings the comfort of darkness, takes it's rightful place among the eyes of the sky. It is now that they are active, and when the hunting begins. They t