In this place, time is meaningless, a moment feels like a lifetime, a lifetime can pass in a moment. The air is thick, a remnant of a world far gone, the stories they would tell, the beautiful skies, the gentle air, the gentle love of nature as it surrounds you, it's all just stories now. The sand at my boots, lifeless and filled with hate, the sand covers it all, from the atmosphere to the very ground, our clothes are tortured, our skin burnt, torn and bloodied. 

Some time has passed since my arrival, an hour? Maybe two? My joints betray me, my arms feel like dead weight, if I said I was tired, only a part of that story would be told. I can't stop, I am not too far from where I must be, I just need... a moment. My fingers are numb, I can't feel my hands, the ring, my ring keeps me from losing hope, I can't lose hope, she is with me. I must continue, I have to, I want to, they need me, she needs me, I... need me, I'm not far, I can't be far. 

The backpack I carry, I don't feel its weight anymore, computer parts, some books still readable, and a pair of sunglasses... I really liked those sunglasses. I must continue, the sun must not go down, I can't fall into the dark again, I can't lose the only sense of direction, the only hope I have shining bright on me. Step after step, it's heavy, I'm heavy, my thoughts just a bunch of echoes of a noise long gone, I'm close, I'm not that far.

I don't feel my feet anymore, my knees like hinges on a door, the life within me, beaten beyond repair, can not be restored. The wind is gentle, the air is sweet, she stands beside me, a shoulder I can lean on. My steps are not heavy, I'm almost... floating, the voices, echoes of the past, they are with me, I am... here with them. I can't let go, I won't let go, I won't, I can't.

I'm not far, I'm not too far, believe in me, I want to believe in me, I will... I must, I'm not far.