It is like stepping onto miles of sands. I try to walk, but my feet get caught, and I couldn’t move.
I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t wanna see anybody. I don’t wanna do anything.
There comes a thick storm cloud. I will be drenched soon. There might be a gust as well.
I’d better hang on.
I dig my feet deep and think that I might have more sand in me.