I hiked in the south of Crete in the summer of 2025. Past the forests were landscapes barren with rocks and not much else. In these sections, desertification was at work, slowly wearing down the exposed rocks. The soil was loosely held together by wild onions and the occasional shrub, and would turn in to a dusty, glittering wind when the goats roamed through. Temperatures reached extremes of 110F and wild fires and earthquakes broke out throughout the island throughout that summer. It is no wonder that this landscape birthed legends like the Minotaur, whose buried anger triggered shakes in the ground, and Icarus who failed to escape the inescapable heat of the Cretan sun. These pieces bring those ancient legends back into the same landscape that first imagined them.