He moved with the wind until he stuck to the back of a small living creature.
From its mouth, it was clear the creature had just finished eating.
Fresh blood stained its face.
Its breathing was rough, and its tongue moved again and again.
It wanted water.
The creature walked for a long time, its steps uneven but steady.
After about a kilometer, it reached a wide river bed.
The moment it saw the water, its body tensed. Then it ran.
Without slowing down, it jumped straight into the river.
Water splashed high into the air.
The grain of sand on its back was washed away at once.
It sank into the moving water and began to drift.
The river carried it forward..
The current was sometimes strong, sometimes gentle.
The grain of sand rolled along the riverbed, bumped against stones, and settled into soft mud.
It stayed there for a long time. How long, it could not tell. Time had no meaning.
Then the water rose again.
The sand was lifted and carried forward once more.
