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To my muse, Brigita Nikitina

And the end thereof, neither the place thereof, nor their torment, no man knows;

(Doctrine and Covenants, 76:45)

Long day, scorching sun and yellow sand. I am very tired. Highly. It was a long journey and there is no way back. In an hour or an hour and a half, I will be in the colony, and everything will be fine. And with me, and with the colony, and with those for whom I went. Of course, everything will be fine, because we have not chosen the strongest for nothing – the one who can overcome everything and save those who remain at the base and are doomed only to wait. Wait is what I have to do now, and if the spring is safe, then I will quench my thirst.

The yellow eyes are looking for and finding nothing they close and open again.

The sand in my eyes makes me sharper, but if I don’t find a safe approach to the spring it can be dangerous. I need water. I can’t live without water. Maybe try to find her here nearby. In sand. And what, the veterans told that this happened. All I need is one molecule. Two hydrogen, one oxygen. Two hydrogen, one oxygen… Two hydrogen…

A red tongue protrudes from the mouth. The receptors slowly turn green and become covered with a film.

One oxygen… I only need one molecule, otherwise… Two hydrogen, one oxygen…

The black nose takes several convulsive breaths, the eyes widen.

Otherwise I won’t find a direction.

Bounce!

In agony, I hide my head in the sand so as not to feel pain.