Squatting. Scraping. Scooping. Twisting. Throwing.
Then stomping again. And again.
Back to the dirt.
Clawing at the very ground we’d endangered.
Trying to save the place that had welcomed us.
Unsure if we could.

But we kept trying.

Stomp. Grind. Stomp.

A moment from Underground Echoes: Field Edition.