*elsewhere in the cosmos, Dane walks across the sands of a barren dessert, remnants of a world that once was litter the landscape somewhat, enough space between for large dunes of sand. Each step he takes leaves a footprint that is momentarily washed away, as if it were never there. In some isolated portions of the land that are visible, small splotches of moss and water can be seen, but mostly within cracks of the ruins. Bits of debris float in the air, as if suspended by tiem itself*
....
*dane tests the bounds of reality to sense for foreign bodies*
*A crescent of water slices in an arc a hair's breadth from your nose*
You—
*Steps out from a rushing wave of water that bursts from the sand*
Are not who I expected to see here.