Azphelumbra.

Broken land beneath my palms. Under my nails.

Hunger, fear, frustration. The sound... I think it's a beating heart, but it is so very loud.

I can feel the grit in the corners of my eyes. Scorching sun... no! Not heat, just power. I can feel it burning the skin on the back of my neck and shoulders...

I... I am you, [%username].

"Cool. Do you do fortune ticket numbers, too?"