A huge mesa that climbs miles into the sky. It is composed of a rusty orange sandstone. Vultures are constantly seen swooping in and around the clouds that surround the mesa. It has steep cliffs that are nigh unclimbable.
Towering Mesa, Desert
vulture
no one
I am nobody. Not here. I might as well not exist!
Hello Vulture, how are you? I am seeking food, who are you? I am no one, a figment of your imagination Am I that hungry that I would imagine one such as yourself? We are in a desert, it's hot and there's no water. It would make sense! What if you are imagining me? That seems compelling but I am not sure that is possible.  How can we be sure anything is possible? If reality is just based upon our perception of that which is around us. Vulture lets go over to that mesa, there could be water and food.  I don't see why it would hurt, certainly beats standing here anyway. I wonder if the crow is going to join us on our adventure! At this point I would be inclined to say the more the merrier.