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.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

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

The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.