Timestamp: 11th of Summer, 511 AV
The environment she was sitting in didn’t appear to be real, but then, Malia didn’t really care. It was all the same to her. Indifferent eyes observed the horizon where a yellow sky met the black sand dunes in an explosion of sickly orange. The sun shone in a mixture of bright blues and greens and cast a turquoise sheen on everything beneath. It obviously was a desert, but each corn of sand shimmered like obsidian. Malia couldn’t see far since she was sitting in between two large sand dunes. There were steps in the sand leading up the dune to her right and ending where she was. The left dune was smooth.
The Nuit had been sitting there and rocking back and forth for what seemed like eternity. There was no beginning and no end to what she did. So she continued the monotonous motion, caught somewhere between madness and ignorance. As always she was thinking about her mission, but her thoughts went around and around and never encountered something new. Her creativity had been dried out a long time ago.
So what was she looking for, really? Memories slipped from her mind like precious drops of water – she wanted to catch them, to make them come back and stay with her, but she couldn’t. Taking out her waterskin, she held it over her mouth, but only a tiny drop touched her tongue. It tasted like sandpaper.
Closing her eyes, Malia let the empty waterskin fall in the sand and continued rocking back and forth. She didn’t know why, but the constant motion comforted her. She really felt like she could remain here and do that forever. And to her, forever did mean forever.
