“I am in a place where the earth is in constant motion. The sound of grinding plates fills my ears. Quakes are constant. The land beneath me, once so firm, once so dependable rises and falls like the ocean’s waves, so full of chaos. So opposite from what I know land to be.
The land I walked on before this rolling was so firm one could build lofty towers on it. Cities could stand full of tall graceful buildings. Bridges could be built to span the distances between them. One could never build such structures now, not here, not where the mountains move.”

-Brian Carter