You were a mortal. For whatever reason, in the desert by where old Egypt was.

Now, the heat has started to get to you.

The starving days, the intense sweating, the dizziness, the lack of water. You did no wrong, why should you be here suffering and begging for someone or something to save you?

Although, you had to admit, the old temples yet to be explored, the possibility of finding newer things— it was interesting. You found these said new things, but you were all look, not touch. You didn't want to potentially anger any gods, just in case the Egyptians were right about the gods they worshipped. A lot of those gods didn't want to be bothered.

The sand under your feet was hot from the sun. You've gotten used to the burning sensation, but it doesn't make it much easier. Fatigue hits you day by day, and it's a wonder how you've survived this long. This place used to have a river, maybe it still does, you're starting to forget your history classes, but now you can't find any water to quench your thirst.