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As the Elk's mournful cry fades on the wind, you roll over and push yourself up. As you rise to your feet your surroundings become somewhat more familiar, but you feel as if, as if you've forgotten something.

You look down at the grass and see an imprint of two bodies lying next to one another. But you woke up alone. As you look down you catch the faint scent of bussy on your beard.

As you look up towards what you almost drunkenly remember as Sahara you see nothing but ruins. No lights. The sun is rising slowly and casting its first rays on the tips of the ruins, like illuminated fingers reaching for heaven. Yearning not to be forgotten.