The oppressive heat of summer in the desert gives way to many unanticipated nuances. As xe sat naked on that slanted, jutting, sandstone cliff, bees fell from above. Innumerable bodies forming a sort of drench of the rock. Hundreds of them, as if all at once a swarm had been annihilated. Not having had a shower in over a month, having been in a stone structure with no roof, performing rituals dedicated to xem (before having found xem in form) xyr eyes seemed nearly useless now. Many times, pollen, rubbed into the open eyes. Swelling, triumphant cells, but not currently any sight by eye. 
hastain_3.html