After days of walking through the arid lands of the desert, you finally feel your conscience fading away, not unlike the last grains of an hourglass. The vast horizon of sand being washed away by the dry and warm winds feeling like the last sight you would grasp... However, just before you would lose consciousness, you'd faintly see through the blurs your heavy eyes would allow what seemed like a large shadow moving towards you...

To your surprise, this would be a sleep you would wake up from. As what felt like hours left alone within the recesses of your mind passed by, bit by bit you would woke up, as if your brain were a machine slowly turning itself back on after gathering dust for so long. You would find yourself laying down on a thin yet soft sheet.