TIME IMMEMORIAL I glanced right and stopped walking. A nearly monochrome arrangement unrolled itself before me like a Chinese scroll being read. This language I couldn’t speak, but I understood it. I wish I hadn’t seen bones at first, but so it was. The fallen tree seemed to me an ancient carcass, and for a few moments, I flashed back to a time before memory. I saw ruined towers of a forgotten kingdom, stone walls fallen and overgrown, heard the sad wind ask “why”, and wondered at the struggle that brought down this dragon. Where were the people? What happened? A twig snapped and I saw a moccasin-clad Native American walk up the slope, eyes forward, looking for something I could not see. I heard his children murmuring in the distance back and to my left across the gully. I smelled his family’s fires, and as the faint blue smoke drifted, the vision shifted to a valley of bones, desolate and abandoned that all began to shake and float as if they were being remade.