Harutemu

The desert sun beat down on his battered body and the wind only brought waves of dry, heated air to roll over him. Sand and grit followed after, stinging his eyes, clogging his mouth and nose and causing small fires of agony to race up the open wounds on his back. He was the one crawling through this burning sea of sand and yet he was apart from it. He was an apathetic god staring down at the struggling form on the earth. A part of it yet sealed away from it. The only thing that was real was the harsh golden light of the sun and maybe the distant throbbing that mimicked the wind’s rolling waves, the throbbing that was just beyond awarene