another two nights walking through the defeated land, and we arrive at the rockets. majestic ruins of our ancestors, defunct and yet a reminder still that once there was a time when we were able to leave.
this was a "spaceport", the elders tell us. the rockets were space ships, designed to roar off into the sky, so many stones to be lifted from the ground, on a fiery flame that consumed the air all around and scorced the earth. we don't know how many, how far, how much they took with them... but we know that they left.
ever since them, the rockets have rotted away, some of them fell, some are still standing, some got dismantled to build new shelters. nobody lives here anymore, the place is deserted since the winds have started to howl their sand through these pillars of power. nobody can stand their promising sirenic sounds.