Canyon Of Mystery
Black shiny ravens patrol the cliffs, swoop down and scold the approaching intruder—“Caw, caw, caw!” I try to communicate in ravenspeak that I’m here to visit, not to harm, as I descend into the ancient structure. The thick sandstone walls dampen all sound. No screams of ravens inside, just the scuff of my boots on the dirt floor.
It’s cool and dim, a stark contrast to the bright desert
