I shimmer where sun burns feet, yet I am cool to weary eyes. A glimbs of hope waits in the heat, a hidden truth beneath the lies. Beware the deception in the air, seek the place the deserts spare.

Golden grains in endless dance, shifting with the wind's soft trance. Castles rise then swiftly fall, yet always present, a desert's sprawl.

A climbing dancer in the garden, wrapping around with grace, bearing juicy gifts from fertile soil.

Of a rose. In a side. Plant protector. Pain injector

I dazzle my prey with displays and flashes of light, and I capture them best when they least expect it. I catch all manner of things, from stars to people, fauna to flora, living or dead or inanimate and still. My eye can take in the finiest details, provided I have the right light to see by, and with some careful preparations, I will simply soak in the sky.