The sun delivers opals to the morning sky. Our trail crunches underfoot from the ghostly litter of discarded carapaces, winds along cliffs to caves, where a screen of vines defines the boundary between light and dark. A cereberic bulldog dozes in the sun, head slumped on a platter of paws. His eyelids rise like shutters as we approach.
Tourists emerge into daylight, sunshades mirroring compound eyes.
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