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Dunes of Delusion. (Part one) I feel it, swirling over me; coarse and warm. The wind carries it at a constant flow across my exposed legs and back. A pressure on my chest informs me that I am lying flat down, face slightly tilted to the side. Muffled sounds come to my attention, too distant for me to comprehend. My throat is raw, my mouth parched; I lever my eyelids gradually apart but can not bring my eyes into focus. My myopic vision finally discerns a twisting pattern of particles…sand! Blinking as my mind clears; I pull my half-submerged bulk out of the ground. Looking around, a barren, dune-filled landscape is all that there is to see. The pale light of a setting sun casts an eerie atmosphere upon the land. I become conscious of the breeze beating against my body once again and look down at myself. My chest is bare except for a multitude of discolourations on my skin, my khaki trousers (they don’t deserve to be called that) is a patchwork of holes and I am shoe-less....

The Nocturnal Vault of The Heavens Lucidity dawns and I find myself drifting peacefully, with none for company save the stars and silence, through space. The stars surround me in their magnificent luminosity; these fireflies of the cosmos. The silence is profound and true. My body is not in my control and it appears that I am locked in elliptical orbit as the world moves around me. In the distance I gaze upon chemically-coloured nebulas, blazing comets of ice and rock and irregular galaxies. A beam of white energy blinks past me. In that instant, I feel the heat of a thousand suns; my being is vaporised to oblivion. The moment passes and I am intact once again. The source of this power looms before me. It is huge. It is so massive that it completely fills my vision…wherever I look it is present. A celestial body that is shades of blood red and flame orange. It spirals within itself as lightning viciously strikes about it. At the centre of this cosmic maelstrom there is an empt...