For her, life is like a desert….

The conditions are harsh, her senses are numb, destroyed by the intense heat and dry air.

She senses almost nothing. There is no taste in her tongue, her eyes are blinded by the intense yellow light… even the wind has turned her deaf for a long while now…

She can only feel the wind, the grains of sand violently pushed against her skin, as if the desert was punishing her. Her skin is dry… it can only feel the sharp pain caused by those tiny countless grains of sand.

There is no mirage in the horizon… no map to guide her to a safe haven….

There exists only the perpetual horizon, the wind and endless grains of sand.

Countless…

Tiny…

Never ending…

….grains of sand.