Gliding Head First Into Drifting Waves

Desert dunes surround the green pond like mountains to a meadow. Little life is seen here however, and each day the water is choked back by the flowing sand. Further south, tight corridors of rock fill this barren sea. Carved out by Gods, these endless hallways form a labyrinth. No footholds in the walls to climb. All you are able to do is wander until the hope is sliced from your dry bones and replaced by the dust of other such travelers. Eyes watering from the ashy rain and piercing glare of the sun reflected by each tiny miniscule rock trying to bury you. Silence is your only friend, nothing here to disturb your ears. Deeper and deeper it continues. You could be going east, south, north, it’s unclear, but your legs keep walking. Can you trust them? Too weak to think only liquid is on your mind. Maybe you could give me your legs for something moist. Choices, right or left, it doesn't matter you only see an end.