Sand Everywhere.
Me standing in the middle of the Sand.

Why am I here?
How did I get here?

Two Eagles arrive.

One carries a shovel.
It drops it at my feet.
It departs.

The other beckons to me.
It wants me to climb on its back.
It offers to take me away.
But offers no guarantee I won't return here.
And gives no answers to the questions.

Why am I here?
How did I get here?

I pick up the shovel.
The second Eagle leaves.
I start to dig.
Looking for answers.

Why am I here?
How did I get here?

In the Desert.