She wandered through the desert, eyes closed. Direction didn't matter. The position of the sun didn't matter. Following dunes didn't matter.
Sand. Heat. Being alone. Those mattered.
She burned, under the sun, on the sands. She never stopped walking, never slept, never drank.
Eventually, inevitably, she ran out of desert and hit the coast.
She'd ignored the sound of the surf, but when she stepped in the water, she stopped. Forcing her eyes open after so long was painful, but necessary.
Seeing all that water, seeing that the desert could end... she trembled for a moment. A furious, horrified wail tore itself out of her throat as she stared, minutes stretching out. Before her breath gave out, she spun around and fled back into the desert.
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