Twins Once One

The desert; a vast, empty pit of likely death and scalding heat, and overall a curious place to call home. But home it is to the some, the many who have found the depths of the desert, the endless labyrinthine tunnels: dark, dripping, blind corridors, twisting and twining under feet and through mind, confusing to both eye and brain, and tuning your gut to let it twang as you peer around yet another corner, dreading what might be lying dormant or frighteningly awake in the shadows of the next torturing step. Strength does not matter in these mesmerizing patterns of tunnels, and few have the will to brave them without fleeing back to the surety of a glaring sun and circling carrion-feeders.