Sand erupts, exploding in all directions, leaving behind a crimson crater.
Another eruption nearby, and another.
The sounds of laughter and mocking drown out whimpers and sobs and words spoken in agony.
The ground now speckled with wet gore as blood continues to rain down, pooling beneath a man, the Creator of everything and everyone around him, including those that would kill him.
Which drop of blood was shed for me?
Which drop do I deserve?
All of them, and none of them.
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