What dunes are there that stand silent for centuries? Do the desert winds not take and remake them; in a chaos perfectly ordered down to the tiniest grain conscripted by the breeze? Yes, it is so to the man with the eyes to see it. Yet these eyes cannot themselves look outward, but are rolled behind into the skull, that the desert within is watched in ways the desert without cannot be. All of this he knew, but his own name still escaped him.
You were indeed born to write.
Always two, there are.
Great story, hopefully only the beginning! ..I realized i recognized the gentlemens names... Not sure if they are who im thinking or just coincidence.