The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!