The yellowness leaked into the corners of the crypt, signaling that it was Above day.

I stretched myself in preparation, giddy with possibility.

Perhaps today would be the day.

Perhaps I wouldn't be alone anymore.

_3..._

_2..._

_1..._

I lurched my body into yellow, pushing up and against the sand as it flooded around me. There was a slight resistance before the sudden break, and then I was swallowed whole.

The hotness. The dryness. The expanse of yellow.

This was Above.

It was always a task to make the trek -- risky to say the least.

Above was Eden.

Too full of everything and nothing that predator's camouflage seemed sweet, a kindred soul rushing forward.

A yellow mirage.