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.

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

Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

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