You have a terminal illness, that cannot be cured. You heard rumors about a spring with healing water lost to the desert. instead of spending your last days in a hospital bed, you sought out the oasis.

A few days into your journey, you ran out of water, passing out in the desert among the endless sand.

You woke up, under the shade of a tree, in an oasis. A man sitting next to you, pouring water on your sun burns.