Nasreen felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he recalled the promised prophesy.
The wind blew briefly, raising a small dust cloud..
He sensed the wick melting as the candle grew smaller and smaller.
His sight seemed to sense the grounds of the Fire Temple, noticed the night owl flying to capture its mammalian meal, the shooting star that briefly streaked the night air, the desert moths attracted to the light of his candle.
Time seemed to slip by, but it was not important.
Nasreen felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he recalled the promised prophesy