A Story In 100 Words

Millions of years ago, this desert lay at the bottom of an ocean. The sand I’m walking on is the crushed bones of our ancestors, lost to time except for the polynucleotide chains twisted inside of us. Their collective memories have been encoded inside me. Had they not lived and died, I would not exist.

The desert stretches out of sight in all directions. It might never end for all I know. Even if I could arrive at the other side, how would I know I was there. You never know when you’ve reached the end. You can only guess.

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