The barren land was ablaze with such heat, that the wind itself seemed to be made from fire, snapping at my clothes and viciously licking my skin, releasing a staggering aura over me, like everything was ablaze, frightening me, for I had no idea where I was, trapped in a godforsaken wasteland, so desolate, so disturbed, so depleted, that the land itself seemed worn-out, almost tired with the many acts of war that had conducted on it. It seemed an endless, an infinite, lost land of ancient bones and blood that eradicated everything within my view of a hundred miles worth of nothing but ugliness, and the occasional attack of the wind, the song of a thousand long lost voices which eradicated every sound that emanated from every force, and, this frightened me senseless. To not be able to recognize what lay before me, to not be able to know what could occur in the next second, to not be able to re-position my legs elsewhere, was a curse that eliminated every bright sensation blazing in my mind, along with the sun attacking my eyes, using arrows of blinding light, rays of constant bright intensity, melting the very souls that formed my sight. So many thoughts ricocheted along the walls of my head; erupting screams that I couldn’t ignore, but what made me tense, was that it was unbelievably real, and I was almost positive that I was dreaming, but now, a sense of sudden dread rushed over me, for reality is as unpredictable as time itself. I felt like I could touch the sun, or the heat radiating from it, and inhale its toxic heat, and touch its fire-emblazoned surface and know the true meaning of intense heat, for anything in this place seemed possible, and, maybe, find out why there were two moons, seeming to collide with the single sun. This hammered a drum within my heart, as a sudden sense of curiosity enlightened me, making me forget the blood-stained sky, making me ignore the pair of moons, making me feel as if I was standing on water, and, glancing down, I gasped, feeling suddenly enervated.

I was truly standing on water.

A second ago, if time exists in this unnatural world, I was standing on a pale red, rocky surface, and now, I am standing on what seemed to be bones, floating on the surface of water. My eyes drifted to the ripples formed when I gasped, watching the perfect circle, a mini wave, a small surge of energy confined in the water, along with a vicious wind, snarling and constantly attempting to raid my clothes, so that, suddenly, I felt weak, useless, annoyed and so confused that I seemed to be hyperventilating, the taste of bile in my mouth. My mind was in a lost tornado of thoughts, spinning wildly, screaming in the midst of my head, and what disturbed me, was from three words, dancing in my mind.