𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮   He laid against the surface of the mesa, having scaled it by midday, and shaded his eyes with a sun-baked hand. Dispensing with the folly of staring too long at slithering mirages, Maȟpíya looked to two great objects whose details he could not discern because of their distance. To the northwest, he saw a great cube of stone grey; he threw back his gaze to the southeast towards a gaping maw of a sandstone arch whose throat appeared lush and green. Before making any decision on wh