The wind blew, whipping my hair around my face, smacking my cheeks with a painful sting. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to overflow. I was lost, alone, and cold. On either side of me stretched a bare, desolate, gray landscape. The thin clothes I wore were nothing compared to the howling, bone chilling winds. They cut through the supple cloth like a knife, gouging freezing cuts across my nerves. I tried to call out, but no noise came. Any light that may have seeped between the clouds refused to show it's face. All around was the freezing, empty gray. Unable to remain standing, I fell to my knees. I tried to cry out as the sand dug into the ragged, bloody flesh in my palms, but my voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper. The tears overflowed and coated my cheeks in sheets, dripping down my neck and onto my chest. I couldn't go on. So I closed my eyes and waited.
But no one came.
(I once again had no acces to colors... I need a new computer program...)
