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
stinging scorpion
no one
I am nobody. Not here. I might as well not exist!
Cosy?  This is where Scorpions come to die!  Indeed you shall soon sleep - but forever! Hey listen, I am looking to mind my own business. If you get in my business, though, I have a tail to show you. You won't like it.  And how will you sting the voice of the wind?  I am both nothing and no one, I exist not in this world, only my voice carries to those about to die! Where are you? where does your voice come from? I look out at this desert landscape and I see many things but I don't see who is talking. Show yourself! You have many words for one who is about to pass from this world to the next - anything else to say before you sleep never to awake? Only that I'm faster than you, and my sting will make you regret touching me. If you can talk you can feel pain! Can you sting the wind to stop it from blowing?  Can you prick the sea to make it open before you?  Can you stab the heaven the bring you the stars above? ahhh it seems you've gone philosophical on me, voice from nowhere. I'm going to find a shady nook to tuck in. I'm growing weary of your hollow threats.  Yessss, sleep sweet Scorpion.  Take in one last view of the Mesa before you sleep - it will be your last sight among the living! I'm reaching out my little scorpion arms for a hug, my invisible torturer! Hold me! Yes, sleep sweep scorpion . . . sleeep . . .  sleeeeeep . . .  sleeeeeeeeep . . .  What's happening?! I feel like I'm being crushed....aahhhhhh....