I see a desert that stretches right upto the horizon. And I see ripples on the surface of the sand. The dunes taking multiple forms. The terrain around me changing rapidly.
I am a lonesome traveller. My feet are sinking into the sand. But I have to keep walking. The breeze is hitting me across the face. The sun pierces through my eyes.
And I collapse. My face covered with sand.
The dunes keep changing their shapes. The wind continues to blow as hard as ever.