An unkown time, an unknown place

A small sprig of heather danced atop a salt-swept cliff. Stark slate crags loomed on the horizon opposite the sea, mist lifting them into the sky like floating islands. 

The tiny purple flowers were the only bright litte glow of color on the landscape. 

The heather was alone but for the rocks and a dusting of lichen. It knew no sorrow for every morning and evening passed in this way.