the first thing i remember is a black noise, a black noise and a desert. i have some clothes on, a shirt, a pair of black muddy trousers and a pair of exclusivly but very uncomfortable sandals. the black noise, is it real, the desert is it real. is this before or is it after. i remember the rain and the water and the wind, and then the mist. the foggy cloud and the mist. if i remember something it probably must be after. but my inner instinct says to me, whisper to me, that this is before.
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