The sandstorm engulfs me.

On the third day without food or water, I sit with my loneliness. Instead, I hear a gentle consolation. But the moment I turn inward to listen to my own breath, that warmth disappears. In its place, I hear the desert breathing.

The sandstorm engulfs me. I, too, slowly come to love the feeling of the windblown sand wrapping around me, grazing my skin.

In the desert, a clock from a thousand years ago is no different from a clock a thousand years from now.

The sandstorm engulfs me.

风沙席卷我。

无食无水的第三天，我和我的孤单坐在一起，反而听见温和的抚慰。当我去听内心的呼吸时，那股温暖又消失了，于是我听见荒漠的呼吸，

风沙席卷我。我也缓慢地爱着风沙裹挟我，摩擦我的皮肤的感觉。

荒漠中几千年前的钟和几千年后的钟是没有区别的。

风沙席卷我。