Day 2,528

I don't remember waking up here or falling asleep or anything other than the perpetual present.

Time passes different here, I see an orb in the sky and it is not the sun, though it beats down on me til my eyes feel like coal seared into my skull. My sweat sting the open cuts all across my body that I know were made by someone else but I can't remember their name or face.

I feel the salt breeze of an ocean that died here millions of years ago and all the souls that called it home brush past me on their way out. I wonder if they will sweep me away on the dying tide and carry me out to the afterness of eternity. I winder if this will hurt more than the great light above.