Resurrection of the stranger - Rashid Al-Duwaira

With every step he took in the middle of the desert, he wished he could turn back, but he realized that what he was about to face was the only solution. After an exhausting hour of walking, he finally stopped, took a deep breath, and looked at the sky, which appeared like a painting painted with the muted colors of sunset. He began to take off his clothes, feeling the cold air make his skin shiver, then he bit his hand hard until blood started to flow, drawing a circle on the sand with his blood, and whispered mysterious words trembling on his lips; "Renew from the unknown night’s oath, opens the door of imagination and does not realize the seasons..." The earth shook violently beneath his feet, knocking him to the cold sands. He closed his eyes, wishing all of this was nothing but a nightmare.