By dying from the gift, you have already lost hope of getting out of the desert. Closing your eyes and shaking your legs, you fall to the sand and tumble down the mountain. The last thing you see in front of you is the weave of a man. Darkness. After some time, you wake up on a woven rug, looking up, you can see a man in closed clothes, you can't see his face because he was sitting with his back to you. His gaze was directed at the fire in front of him. It is dark outside, you can hear the crunch of the fire and the man's quiet sigh.