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[sluglord]

you are in the desert of the mind, and you are dying of thirst. this desert has nothing other than color-drained sand. wind rises and falls and changes direction, but it blows nothing other than color-drained sand. slowly you crawl in a random direction, it matters not which, no landmarks, no mirages, not even clouds in a blank color-drained sky. your only hope to escape the gloomy misery is to die, but death does not come. now you lay still, thirstier and hungrier than you can ever remember, but there is nothing to satiate your needs. you try filling yourself with the sand, but it doesn't even have flavor.

now let yourself lie back. close your eyes. clear all memories of anything other than those of the desert. feel yourself, a light wind blowing colorless sand over your body as you slowly sink deeper.. deeper.. deeper...