Riddonkulous

Marvel in the multitudes of emeralds you find as you trundle your way through this sacred place. Carefully pick your way amongst the natives, and step between their stilled fingers. If you are quiet, you can hear the ancients breathe, and count the minutes between each slow heartbeat. As is the way of life, fire ravages through this space; wild, hungry, and free. Wait with bated breath for the healing rain and hope. In time, the children cautiously reach up to the sky from the ashes below, wearing tender, new skin. Where are we?