The sun beats down. Hades here. Beads of sweat drip down, into your eyes. You use your elbow to wipe it away, your hands occupied. Every muscle is tensed. This is the moment.
You pull. And white. Then red.
You wipe it away with your elbows again. Then your hands are freed and you look down. It's so hot you feel lightheaded, not present. You rub your eyes and look down again. Agitation about the scene in front of you builds. What just happened? Were you there? You look at the red on your hands. You rub your face again as if the action will bring you face to face to reality. But what you've made, what's in front of you right now- that's your reality.
And you wonder; 'how did I get here?'
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