Shimmering Sands heat death

A woman appeared before her like a vision, but Selina assumed her mind was simply playing tricks on her. Since leaving her home, she had often found herself at the mercy of wolves—strange or familiar—when between the state of awake and asleep. They tormented her dreams and followed her into the waking world until she finally gathered the strength to wake fully. Yet still, they seemed to linger at the corners of her vision, just out of reach, waiting for her to let her guard down so they could attack her.

Never had one appeared to her in the middle of the day, and never had one seemed so… real. So solid. It was the sun; it had caused a mirage. She blinked, expecting the ghost to disappear, but it remained, and now it spoke to her.

Come wid me. You bleed. You will soon be burnt to death.

It took an eternity for the words to make sense in her head, and all the while she swayed on the spot and stared at the vision with glassy eyes. A strange accent, one Selina had never heard before. You bleed.

Head still swimming, she glanced down at herself and saw no obvious wounds. She looked up at the woman again, though the action of moving her head made her feel she was about to pass out. She tried to speak, but the heat and dehydration seemed to have glued her throat closed. A strange, garbled sound was all that came out of her mouth. Dumbly, she nodded once, and began to walk again, stumbling from the pain in her paws and her lack of… everything: lack of sustenance, willpower… even her body itself seemed to be growing translucent, but that, of course, was simply another hallucination.