he walked into the desert, didn't carry anything with him, just walked into blazing sun and kept on walking till his legs could carry him. When he could walk no more he dragged himself as far as he could, then he lied down with his lips parched, his limbs full of blisters, his face towards the sun, which in all its unrelenting glory was beating down upon him. He lay there till he could see the vultures hovering above him, till he could hear his own heart beat, till breathing became a cumbersome task.
then a giant sandstorm rose from the bowels of the desert and made him and his signature of life, one with eternity.
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