She sat against the oceans of the sun, wasting her wilted life and witnessing the minutes die, as the new dawn approaches. Thora sighed at her own miniature thoughts, evoking a sense of discomfort, as she stared through the eyes of the sun.

How can one disappear from the light of oneself?

She muzzled, as the waves washed her sand-clad feet. Light upon her gaze, she stared blankly as the warmth touches her facade. Dawn relieved her of her dismal, tormented being. Enthralled by her own misguided nature, she tread amongst her own, which continued to plague her palette visions. Nevertheless, Thora found wisdom in the form of dawn. She savoured the knowledge, as the receiver of light, and feared the inevitable that would engulf her nature amongst the shadows.

Sigh.

She felt a breeze, as it swept past her. A sandstorm is brewing, the coming of a perfect storm. She picked herself up, dust off the sands, and took a remaining glance at the sun. She whispered the kalimah, in appreciation of the life that was resurrected in front of her. A recurring scene, that occurs yet remained unappreciated at times. The waves splashed and tickled her feet, as she trickled her toes beneath the waters, bemused.

She turned, trudged along the sands carelessly, and headed north towards the barren land. The oceans deserted her, as the mirage tore itself beneath her teary eyes.

She was home.