My eyes close. A quick breeze blows past my face with several warm cutting shards of sand. I look up; all that can be seen is a half covered sun being blocked by a screaming falsetto of whipping gusts and orange red sand.

This effect conveys an almost orange yellow tint to the Earth I walk on. My visibility is dramatically affected but the surrounding area is flat so I am still able to see close to a mile on each side of myself. Except behind me.

To my back there is a great red brown rock surface that reaches up to partially block what sun that may be able to touch the ground. This mountain behind me reaches to my left and right until the ends slowly blend into the rest of my surroundings.

The ground beneath my feet is much harder than what is to be expected, at closer inspection it isn't the soft sand that it was presumed to be. Instead it is nearly rock, more like a scorched ground of packed dirt, that which has been baked by the sun since the onset of its creation.

I then decide to move forward, but I am shaken to notice myself merely cutting the air around me without taking a step in the direction of my thoughts.

I then stop and look to my hands, they are the same, but they feel different. I then stoop down to touch the dirt before myself. Before any contact is made all loose soil, at first begins to shake, then is moved out of a circular radius according to the position of my hands.

After taking time to inspect this new phenomenon I lift my eyes to notice a distortion close to the scorched ground, such a distortion that can be found from rising heat from a road after being in the sun, but in this situation it clouded my entire view, until I close my eyes.

When I open my eyes I find the ground beneath me begin to move, edging me in my desired direction. I close my eyes and notice the blood rushing through my eyelids. I then wonder if it always looks like this when I close my eyes, and I have just dismissed it due to the frequency in which it happened or if this is another new experience for me.

I then open my eyes and begin to question now whether I was moving, or if it was the ground beneath me. During this thought I was interrupted by the echo of my own thoughts against the cliff behind me. Which even though my position has moved it has remained in the same place behind me.

I then begin to move again. This time though I notice that every time I move there is a circular dome about my feet much like the one that appeared about my hands earlier.

I continue moving in the same path I have been on awhile now until I come across a playground. All of the swings were moving and there was laughter but there weren't any visible children anywhere. The laughter was blending in and also slightly masked by the wind.

At the same time as the laugher came from the playground, it was also crying. Not in anyway that could be defined by any physical or even mental means. It was more of a feeling, one that wasn't specifically aimed at me, but through me, if you believe that feelings can be conveyed to one of the other thing, like I do. The longer I stood there the more piercing the sound became and the cries continually grew louder. By this time my head began to ache, from they're the ache turned into a full migraine, and soon I felt that my head was about to split itself in half. I then feel to my knees tears streaming from my eyes and with both of my hands grabbed my head; attempting to hold it together.

I then looked to the ground and with my head in the same position, looked upward into the dusty horizon, letting out a muted cry. In this explosion of myself I let out an energy much like that which has been observed about my feet and hands, only this time engulfing my entire body and extending across the landscape like a shockwave destroying all that was inside the already barren landscape.

An action which took all energy from my body, after doing so I fell to the ground, unable to move, a form of temporary paralysis. The tears on my face wet the ground beneath my face and rapidly spread outwards.

I then blinked twice and in the time it took my eyes to close and open the second time all my surroundings had been transposed into a green tropical climate. I noticed the wind still whipping but grass and trees have replaced the harsh sand and rock. I then had a feeling of satisfaction, and rather than lift my head from its position I decided to rest.