• I struggled to open my sand-filled eyes, and felt the warm sun beating against my bare cheeks. My nose was clogged with water. I used my tongue to feel the tiny, severed pieces of dead shrimp in my mouth. I ripped of parts of my wet shirt to act as a bandage for my cuts and bruises. I heard low, quiet chanting, but I didn’t feel like getting up even though gritty sand scratched against my back. I was both physically and emotionally tired. A solar eclipse shaded me for a while. A huge shadowy bird-shaped silhouette streaked across the dark sky, and a drop of its urine splattered against my face. Suddenly, I felt much better, my injuries dissolved on my skin, and I regained my energy. A plume of its coat gently floated down from the sky. It was fiery, and by fiery, I don’t mean red, I mean fiery, literally. There was a small ember in the center of it. It was hot, but nothing caught on fire, so I stuck my hand through it. It felt wispy, like I always thought a cloud would feel like. I heard low, echo-y crescending chanting as I saw a person dancing in the horizon dancing toward me holding a torch. I looked back at the plume. The flames flickered in the exact same shapes. A surge of electricity pulsed through me. I blacked out again.