“Ouch!” I yelped, as the hot blue moon instantly scorched the small of my back. I bitterly tucked my silken shirt back in and continued on to the well through the shifting blue sands.
It had been weeks now. Weeks of drought and hours of cold labor in the hours where the dæjein, or sun, as the barbarians up north called it, was up and shining.
When I reached the well, there was a long ...
You look around, not sure where you are. As you think in this you realize you have no memory. You recognize that this should worry you, but you feel strangely relaxed. Then again, why should it feel strange?
As you survey the room you notice the sketchbook again, and look at the coordinates once more. Nothing of importance there it seems. You sit up and walk out of the room with its whitewas...
