Ah...

The rays of the sun make my skin prickle, and the heat pierces its way throughout my body.

The heat of the earth is more clear than my fingertips themselves.

So hot... Saying it over and over won't cool me down

but I say it anyway.

There aren't many signs of life.

Because of that, should some bird or animal appear, it'll be easy to spot.

Pain gushes forth as my dried fingers nock and draw an arrow.

Patience, patience...