Memories from a past life flickered past her drooping eyes, punctuated by flecks of sand and still more blinding sun. Too exhausted to even blink out the rough grains, her body sprawled where it had landed, her sun burnt and blistered face lolling to one side, her view of the great, golden beast unrestricted. The wall of heat smiled at her over the rough landscape, waving serenely as she felt her breaths come slower and slower. Shivers racked her body, it could not yet be much past noon, but cold buried itself deep into her bones. I am going to die. She would have cried, though she so rarely had over the short years of her life she may not have remembered how, but it was all for naught. No water was left, even to weep with.
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