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

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

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.