let me tell you a story, set in the desert, a story of how i flung myself into a pit, as a sacrifice. now in this pit there was a tiger, a man eating tiger that has been starved for days.
now due to the nature of these things the tiger quickly set upon me, though ate me slowly, first my feet, then my legs, and then my arms.
behind was a ladder, i could chose to leave any time, so why did i stay?

i didn't, i climbed up the ladder...

all the priests and ceremony was gone, i stood facing east, i knew that for certain but knew nothing of why i knew that for certain. i was on a beach of not sand but rocks, rocks like bones, big bones jutting from the earth. these rocks were being beaten up by monstrous waves. these waves were black with lots of shine. no life existed, nothing of man existed.

only one reminder, a thousand orange handled needles protruding from the bone dry rock.