It's been a week, I think.

The desert and the sky have been blending together. Whenever the storms rage like this, I lose all sense of direction.

I kept walking every day, but for all I know I might be going in circles. Every step I took, I could feel skin rub against rags and flesh grind against bones.

I tried wrapping more rags around my mouth, but they're wearing down into nothing. I kept choking on the rust, and the gale cut at my exposed arm.

But I must not stop. Every time I stop, getting to move again gets harder. I have to keep moving.

And I need to find some new clothes or something to cover myself with, I'm sustaining too much damage like this.

How long has it been since I found some ruins? It might have been months.

I stopped since it was getting dark, but I think I should keep walking. If I walk long enough I could get out of the storm.

I want some peace.

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I walked and walked and the night came.

Wandering at night is difficult, and the wind has gotten even stronger. My legs felt weak, but I didn't want to stop.

I was stumbling in nothingness when I tripped, or maybe my strength just gave out.

They always told me sleep is necessary, especially when it's dark. I know it is, but I hate being lost like this.

Getting back up felt too difficult, so I just lay dazed for a few hours. I was too tired to fall asleep.

Eventually, I found the strength to sit up and decided to write a little more, so this is it.

Maybe I'll try walking again when morning comes.