"Where am I?" was his first thought. The desert before him whispered to the moon as it stretched endlessly. After ten more unanswered questions, he simply looked around. The sky was as dark as a night should be, yet emerald splashes of stardust permeated it, making it seem so alien to the man. As for the moon, it seemed to be almost touching the earth; it filled the sky and was tenfold the size it should have been; its craters were the size of oceans; its light was as bright as stars; and its land was as big as the oceans. He looked around at the ground that watched these wonders with him; it was mundane palish sand. At this sight, he almost laughed. "Oh, to think in such a beautiful world there exists the most mundane of them all." After gazing up some more and coming to the conclusion that he was dreaming, he turned around and saw it.
A shrivelled and ancient corpse lay on the sand.
He audibly ghasped and jumped back before reminiscing, "Oh yeah, this is just a dream." And so, with his presumption keeping him steady, he took a closer look at the corpse. It was dry as old bones, its skin was shrivelled, and there seemed to be no muscle on it. The corpse was clothesless and seemed to be that of a male. The only thing that wasn't shrivelled on the corpse was one single, golden, eye. He peered closer to view the eye: it was almost glowing, the sclera dark, and the iris a deep gold. There seemed to be a small dot hidden within the sclera: "Fascinating." He was bewildered by the midnight dot, and so he took a closer look. He edged his face right to the corpses to peer deep within. And he saw... What did he see? What did he see? What did he see?
What did he see?
Infinite thoughts flooded his mind. Like a sandstorm, these thoughts swirved and swriveled within him, leaving as fast as they appeared. He threw himself back and spasmed. His mind was so focused on these thoughts that his legs gave out, his ears began ringing, and his nose bled. He was in pain—oh, so much pain. His mind wanted to burst out of his skull. His subconscious was the only thing left to help him. His hand reached out, grabbing the leg of the corpse and snapping it off, creating a sharp protrusion of bone. He brung the sharp bone to his neck and plunged it deep; crimson spilled, and peace finally befell the man.
An emerald painted sky and a gargantuan moon lit the sky. Two rotting corpses lay in a pale desert, each with one golden, defiled eye.