Mirage The forsaken mirage led me further astray!! I CURSE the man who sold me this map! Water! I need water!
My brain has rotted! I see visions!! I spot another oasis, real or imagined, just over the ridge! If I hadn't sold my precious Glider, I could reach it!!
Shadows overhead, spinning. A spiral, like an unwinding thread. I keep seeing a figure in the corner of my eye — some phantom, a ghost. Mocking me and my rotted brain!! CURSES! This cannot be my last written word! I must be remembered! Please, remember the name "Costner Meyers"! I don't want to fade away! |