Blinding sand, bright as sky dancing off to meet the searing sun. Why chance to be in such an unfortunate space. Unsheltered, open, given up to endless eyes. Only emptiness meets the ends of days here, and heat the ends of nights. Skin not scales you have to hide your vulnerabilities, vastness marring healthy opportunity, time slipping stoically towards eternity. Thought trouble to stumble, you would find only the angry sting of rock and wind which tears. What chance did you suggest this exercise afforded? What prize could possibly justify your naked desperation? Ultimately dissolving every path of retreat, you leave blind tears in your open wake.