You attempt to turn back towards the sign that you can barely remember, you know that there was a start to the path, but you don’t know where or how long ago that was. How long had you been here? You walk again for ages. You want to be something else, you want more than what this path has to offer. You want to experience something. But you keep walking. You keep trying to survive. There is nothing more for you than barely holding on. Eventually you realize you can never go back, you have made your fate. Are you happy? Was simply living and trying to make it through better? You fall to your knees, sand sticking to your body. Its so hot, the sand sucks you in. You can feel yourself fall, drowning into the sand. This is your end.