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 a visitor. 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.

"Hello." It said, in a voice that could only belong to the sort of thing that the visitor happened to be. "I've come a very long way to find you. You have something I very much desire. Can I have it please?"

The old man was perplexed, "I have something that belongs to you? What might it be?"

"I let you borrow a tiny bit of me."

Unsure but far to tired to argue, the old man said, "Well I suppose you can have it back then."

"Wonderful- I'll just be on my way then." said the visitor. And with that the visitor departed and the old man died.