"It is all mine. You want to steal this too from me?"
Standing confused, Daniel walked backward to gather his thoughts. Before him was a senile old man, with clothes like rags and a lean form. His eyes looked pale and dark as if the light was stolen from them.
"I have not come to steal from you. Lost in these wandering sands, I yearn for an exit. But all that lies ahead is the vast desert, and my mind lays waste before rationality.", Daniel replied.
Coughing from the dusty winds of the desert, Daniel sat on the ground in fatigue. He was tired and thirsty, and his eyes grew weary of searching.
Drawing back a few meters for his staff, he leaned for some rest. The senile old man was Braham, whose form was like a withering plant. Losing his youth to age and dying slowly.