I walk on a carpet made of sand.
A pristine, blue ceiling over my head.

Turbulent waves hug the shoreline.
An embrace entombed in brine.

I look out into the vast, empty horizon.
Not a soul in sight.

An eerie silence engulfs me.
As it screams out in agony.

The crack of a bullet.
It rips through my chest.
And lodges itself into my soul.

I look away from the horizon with a quick turn of my head.

I look down at my feet.
Water, once clear, steadily turns red.