You are in a narrow, rocky canyon running between high, craggy cliffs. Collapsed arches and
tumbled boulders seem to elongate, flatten, and merge with the deep shadows cast by the light
of the westering moon. High above the canyon walls, a wheel of twinkling diamonds slowly turns
in the heavens. And a majestic, ruby world climbs higher into the night, watching. . . waiting. . . .
You can hear the pounding of the surf as the tide rolls in.