The sky weeps blood here. Ever since the Change. It never rains. Rain implies a gentle shedding of tears from the sky.


    Here it weeps.


    The ugly crying of a sky mourning the death of the world it presides over. It has watched the decay of the earth like a man forced to watch the death and dismemberment of his loved ones. It has cried tears of blood ever since.


    The landscape is dyed a permanent rusty brown of dried blood. Flakes break off with each step, sending puffs of dust into the sky with it.


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    The horizon is choked with the shed blood of the skies tears.


    You wake to the sobs of its thunder.


    Many faceted faces form in the sky as its tantrum continues.


    You shiver in the cold as the blood blankets your body.


    You still haven''t found new shelter since the screams chased you from your last abode. You hope to change that today. You''ve seen a shattered ruin that looks promising. If its not filled with the screams or the darkness you might be able to find some measure of protection.


    It is your only hope.