Crows circled over head. Their cries were sharp, cutting through the already silenced lands. Caw'¦ caw'¦ The sun beat down through a cloudless sky on a lone figure crawling across the desert floor. Small, wasted, fragile, he clung to life. Thrust here by powers he knew naught of. This place was a place of solitude, this was a place of death. Caw'¦ caw'¦ the crow's cries grew louder. Heat rose from the bronzed sand, so hot it burned the leaves from the dying trees. Tick'¦ tick'¦ the clocks melted on rocks misshaped by harsh winds'¦ evaporated away with a slight hiss and a spot of steaming effort. Louder and louder the noises grew'¦ caw'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ tick'¦ The man threw his hands to his ears. But louder it grew yet'¦ caw'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ tick'¦ caw'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ tick'¦ Louder and louder it grew, becoming as one. Caw'¦ tick'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ They beat with rhythm now, a band marching to the tune of death'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ caw'¦ tick'¦ louder and louder'¦ until'¦ there was nothing'¦ He opened his eyes'¦ it was all in his head'¦

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