I can feel it in the air.
There's no sound, but I can feel it.
It's night, and the stars are out,
But it's as light as day...
Or at least it was;
The light is gone now,
But I can still see my shadow in the sand.
My hair starts to dance in the night sky.
The wind is picking up...
A hot wind...
Hotter than a desert wind should be.
The heat; I can't breathe
I can't move
Like I'm frozen in a sea of scorching wind.
The wind dies down,
And I can finally move forward,
And as I do,
I come upon a glass landscape.
It's night, and the stars are out.
And tonight, I made my own star;
I made a mushroom grow in the desert,
Where all that exists is death,
And all that will ever exist will be death.