This is susceptible for change prior to publishing in 2020.
Karian stood allowing the bitter wind to bite into his skin. His eyes watered from the chilling harshness wailing against his body, which had now turned partially numb. The vacant space in which he stood, barren and cold, remained uninhabitable since the ancients returned from Earth. It was known as Nede back then, the garden of splendour,
~ Awake in Purple Dreams
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