An archaeologist is visiting a small town in Nevada...
And he's just ambling around, enjoying the play of the autumn light on the terracotta and adobe-colored buildings. He rounds a corner and is surprised to see the most, bar none, *stunningly* beautiful alley he's ever come across. It may sound like he's a bit nerdy, but we all have our things we love, and he's a lover of old streets.
The ground of the alley is a light orange in hue, with a soft almost nutty sheen and texture. His feet feel…