Each day The Ring made the arduous revolution; their mother had taught them how The Ring was said to be part vast civilization, and when The Ring took you to the deepest of its depths, if you were lucky, you might see the ruins of the vast civilizations that once were.

That was close. Cloud’s heart thundered in their chest, knees wobbling for more reasons than the jerky stop. The Ring stopped so close. It wouldn’t stop again so soon. It never did.
It had been months since The Wheel had given Cloud the honor of being chosen. Three, very, very, lonely, months.