Adam Forwarder awoke in a desert, only there was no heat.

​     Flat land extended to the horizon in every direction. An empty gray sky contained no clouds nor stars nor sun. The ground was unforgiving gray stone.

     Adam did see one thing, though.

     He just couldn't make out what it was.

     Whatever it was, it stood right at the horizon.

     Ah, Adam thought. Good. A destination.

     He went to rise.

     Seemingly impossible at first. His memories in this dream universe of Domitika had literally beaten him to a pulp. He had no arms to push himself to a standing position. Still, he concentrated on rising, and then he did rise until he could rise no more.

​     Slowly, so slowly, he started towards the horizon.

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