There was light pouring down, so piercingly bright that Caleb instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding glare.
It felt as if he was about to be burnt.
No matter what he did he could not ease the discomfort.
Until.
The sound of footsteps grew clearer, traveling over mountains and seas and crossing the ever-changing Gobi Beach.
Every step resonated at the core of his heart.
Caleb Baker did not look up immediately, but stayed in his position, stiff with anticipation and disbelief.
His throat was parched, each swallow feeling like a razor blade scraping his throat.
Clear breathing sounds resonated beside him.
Eventually, Caleb Baker found temporary respite leaning against the rough wall.
Hand covering his eyes, he began to laugh, his trembling laughter echoing in the dark environment, brimming with sorrow and grief.
"Why are you..." he began in a hoarse voice.
