The figure was positioned in a deep slump. That is why I could not make it out, from a distance. The closer I got, the more desolation seeped into my eye sockets. I tried to trod lightly over the crunchy fragile ground. Each step bringing me closer and closer to the figure, each breath inhaling the truth, exhaling the identity! My feet touch the edge of the mangled body. I freeze, I know!!