'Why didn't you come?'� those words rang through his head over and over and over again as he walked through the endless empty desert. He couldn't remember what they meant or who had said them, but he knew that those words lead him to this empty wasteland.
Those words were all he remembered before he desert. He forgot everything else. He even forgot his own name. He walked and asked himself things about his past. Eventually he forgot what the questions were asking.
He talked to himself even though he didn't know what he was saying. He walked for days and days without direction. He never saw anything in the desert, no animals, no plants, not even bones. Only the sun that beat him mercilessly from above and the sand that stretched on for an eternity, never ending.
He could feel the sun pulling the water out of his skin and burning his flesh as he walked. He grew very weary and fell to the ground of the endless empty desert. He continued murmuring the unknown words to himself. His breathing grew heavier and heavier.
Those words haunted him through all those long days lying in the sand waiting to die. He hated them, despised them, feared them. They echoed back and forth in his mind. They tormented him constantly as he laid there in the sand. He couldn't remember what they meant and why he remembered them over all other things.
His mind wandered through the dark emptiness of his memory. He looked through it but saw only darkness and those horrible, tormenting words. Why am I here? he thought, although not using those words.
He died in the desert and didn't know why. He lied there for days losing his life. His mind, like the desert, was empty.

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