Elle
sighes. ‘I just want to find Yates and get out of this place. There’s a point
when serene starts to grate on a girl. And those beds! If you can call them
beds.’
The
house Elle and I share had been split into two rooms upstairs. The beds were
densely packed piles of sand with cloth over the top, I assume made from
disgarded clothes of the residents here. Tarquin had explained that the vast
majority of residents sleep on the floor. The beds are for newcomers to help
them adjust to minimalist living.
We
start back towards the town. A lot of people here believe that people only get
stuck within distance of the town. They believe that their collective mind acts
as a sort of magnet for souls. People run around the edge of the town like they’re
circling a plug hole only to be brought through by their strong will. I admire
their optimism but I do worry; what if this desert is infinite and there are
thousands of people trapped out there in that in between hell?
I try to put the thought out of
my mind but I can’t seem to shake it. Powered by the worry for my friend, the
questions with no answers continue to circulate, intensified by the all-encompassing
power of the new morning sun. 
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