My breathing feels heavy, my vision is dull and the faint sounds of beeping rings in my ears. My vision clears up as I wake up from my sleep, i see the doctor, he's talking to my son. I can't tell what they're saying, but it's not good. I feel as if I can't recognize either of their faces as they look towards me, walking up to me having noticed I am awake. It's hard for me to speak, I don't think I can speak.

I'm dying. My memory has gotten hazy over the years but I remember it all vividly now. I try to speak to my son who's now sitting on a chair next to me, speaking to me, but nothing comes out. I turn my head towards him and smile, I can't tell what he's saying but it's probably something good. My son looks to the doctor and says something, and the doctor walks out, most likely to get the rest of the family. My son puts his hands on mine, his face solemn, I have no way of cheering him up.

The rest of the family comes into the room, his wife, my grandson and my two baby granddaughters. They have such beautiful children, it's a shame that I won't be able to see my granddaughters grow up. My grandson comes up to me and takes a seat next to my son, he's sobbing. I use all my strength to lift my arm and wipe a tear off his face. As I lose strength in my arm he holds it firmly, he stops sobbing and weakly smiles at me.

I begin thinking about my life, all this unfolds around me and my death approaches. I'm content with my life, I became an engineer… a scientist, and studied too many other fields to count. I had a beautiful wife, a wonderful son, and amazing grandchildren. I won the nobel prize back in my late forties and helped invent the first ever way to obtain light speed in space. What more could I have done in my life? I lived my life to its fullest and my book is coming to an end.

As I feel my vision getting dark I pull in the last of my strength to say something to my grandson. My voice is hoarse and it's painful to say “I leave….” But before I could finish my vision went black. I can no longer feel my body but I still know what's going on. I'm dead. I can’t feel a thing with no body and feel like an empty mind falling through a void where color does not exist, nothing exists except my thoughts. ‘Where am I?’ I ask myself, but I already know, and it's absolutely nowhere, I'm nothing but a memory, I can't be anywhere.

After what felt like a million eternities of recounting every single memory and infinite amount of times, I began to feel warm, even with nobody, and then a blistering heat. I begin to feel more things as the world around me becomes lighter, underneath me I feel warm, coarse sand. My hands feel odd, they are not my own. I begin to breathe, my lungs feel clear but dry at the same time while I breathe in the hot air. I do not have normal skin, it's somewhat rough and lizard-like. my whole body feels like it's a different shape, I feel like I'm laying on a limb i hadn't had before.

Soon enough I open my eyes and sit up from the hot sand and take a look at my surroundings. It's nothing but sand for what seems like miles. I then look down at my legs, though human-like, they are most definitely not human. They are hues of pure blue, a color I dislike, covered in scales, thicker but still slightly homologous to the structure of a raptor’s leg, though it's a bit closer to human shaped. I take a look at my arms and they are almost identical to a human except scaled and my nails are more like claws.

After wondering what I am and where I am for half an hour, I stand up. I felt a small hot breeze cover my body, which made me realize something terrible. I am nude. I do not want to be in the nude out in the middle of nowhere, it's embarrassing! In all my ninety years of living I have never once liked being nude ever! Why have I been put here in my nude? Is this some curse? No… i must be dreaming, how could i not be. Maybe I'm taking a nice nap in my hospital bed, maybe I’m not dead. Even still, I want clothes.

Because I have no other choice, I begin walking north, or what I think is north. My legs feel awkward to walk in and it's weird to balance, none of this lizard-like body is familiar, I even have a damn tail! It's weird! My head also feels weird, similar to what I would imagine a dragon's head felt like. Thinking about it, I used to read all kinds of fantasy stories similar to this back when I was in Highschool. That feels crazy long ago now, though I remember it vividly after having what seemed like forever to sift through my memories. Somehow I remember those moments, though I get a crazy headache when I think about it. probably because my mind can't perceive what was going on?

I begin to hum as I walk through this barren desert, what else is there to do besides that. Other than being hungry and thirsty of course. For some reason the sand where I'm standing feels more tough as if there's something underneath it like solid ground, probably because there is. But before I can think about anything else, the ground gives out below me and I fall into a deep hole, quickly getting to the bottom and making a large thud on solid ground. I goran loudly and I got up, looking at the dim surroundings, seeing two shining eyes looking right at me.