Sand whipped past the man. Grains of bitter desert salt cascading across his leathery skin. He was perhaps at one point a strong man, capable of holding himself as only strong men can. But now he was just a husk; a hollow, gaunt shell of a former someone. His brow was lined and cracked. Sun spots and small scars danced across a haggard face with drooping cheeks, thinning brows and shit-brown eyes with bags so full of weight that they bent his back and sagged his shoulders.

It goes without saying the man had lived a long life, and as life tends to get when it gets long, it had been quite tiring. He wished only now to walk through the desert, and to find some comfort in a very long sleep among the warm sands. After an amount of time, he stopped walking and he lay down. Then after some more time he stopped breathing.

In the short moment between his last breath, and the true moment of his death he found that he had company. The visitor was certainly like nothing the old man had ever seen, and he had seen quite a lot. It was a creature of sorts, a being that can best be described as indescribable, simply because there really aren't any words that can truly describe it. It can however be said with the utmost certainty, that the old man had a visitor, and the visitor spoke.

"Hello." It said, in a voice that could only belong to the sort of thing that the visitor happened to be.

"Hello." said the old man.

"I was wondering if you had a moment to talk? You see I've come a very long way to find you."

The old man was puzzled for a moment before he replied, "I'm not sure. I think I'm in the middle of dying, but I've never died before so I don't think can say for sure?"

"You are in the middle of dying, quite exactly in the middle to be sure- I have made it so."

The old man was puzzled again, "How can you do such a thing?"

"It would be to hard to explain how. I can do almost anything- I know almost everything as well. That's sort of how my kind work."

"If you know everything, then tell me how many grains of sand are in this desert!"

"A lot."

"That's not a very fair answer."

"Life isn't very fair, I think you know that by now."

The old man sighed, "I suppose you're right. What is it you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"If you could do anything and know everything what would you do? Because I have already done everything I can think to do."

The old man was silent for a long while before he finally said, "I think I would very much like to go to sleep. Knowing and doing everything one can think to do seems very tiring."

"Would you mind if I go to sleep with you now then?"

The old man shook his head. "No, not at all."