Motts had only been around for a little while as far as he knew, he was old but had no recollection of how he had become so. He did not feel or think like a child or someone closer to birth than himself, but he simply did not feel as if he had existed for long up until this point.
All around him was sand and he knew what it was and knew he had seen it before, but somehow did not know where he was. It was and unfamiliar sand, much finer and yellow than the sand he thought he knew. And it was dry and hot which seemed wrong as well. He sighed, at least the sky seemed right and in order. Though it was a peculiar shade of turquoise...
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