David stood silently by the snow pile, looking at the massive stone monument.
The wind from the Far North seemed never to cease, still as sharp as a blade, slicing through every inch of air under the cover of night.
Snowflakes drifted slowly down, landing on the frost-covered ground at the edge of the crevice, as if draping a ghostly cold silver veil over this tortured earth.
Deep within the crevice, those crimson veins still flickered with a sinister and eerie glow, like the undying demonic fire in the eyes of a slumbering giant beast.
David knelt before this subsurface fault, enveloped in an aura of calamity, his whole body burning with ghostly blue flames, which shone like a lighthouse on a Northern Territory winter night, glowing with a steadfast and unyielding brilliance amidst the dense darkness.
He took a deep breath of the fresh air, cold and biting as a knife, his gaze heavy and deep.
