This photograph taken several years before the uplift shows the dark oceans to the left and the grey volcanic land to the right.

A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old.

Why have you come back from the gray lands of death to terrify me?

They swung on like dead men in a gray land of death.

I held in place, arms spread wide like wings, and looked in wonder at the gray land below.

But we had no prospect of making a fire in this cold, gray sullen land.

Their only world was that cheerless, hateful gray land through which they walked.

He imagined this gray land on a sunny day, blooming.

Had she escaped me during the transition, remained in the gray land?

Whatever they watched from the West would stir desires that were not being met in their own gray lands.