Direction

You kneel down examining the sand closely. It is large and coarse, upon inspection you realise it is a light red color. You take a pinch and place it on your tongue. It is salty and spicy and its texture makes you want to retch. You feel a familiar burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, and breathe a pillar of flame into the sky. You wipe your mouth on your sleeve, a horrible dryness creeping over your mouth as the burnt flesh is revitalized. You spit into the sand in disgust and rise. You look out to the horizon, the heat of the sand hovering in great waves over the desert. You won't get anywhere standing around, you pick a direction and just walk. The winds blow sand in your face and eyes, your feet constantly grow blisters and cuts from the hot sand. It is a miserable experience, but you keep walking, you won't let this world beat you.

What is that? I sense something in the distance....I cannot see.

You stop for a moment at Direction's interruption, peering into the distance. There is something there, but what is it?