I am walking in a seemingly endless desert in the middle of the day. I wear shabby robes, but I do not feel uncomfortable. Something makes me stop. I reach into my robe and take out a small stone pyramid, putting my hands on it in a peculiar way. My left palm is aligned with the face of the pyramid, my right hand reaches a little over the top of the pyramid, such that my fingers follow its contour and bend over the tip. I hold it for a moment like this.
Then there is the feeling of rushing downward, even though I am still standing on the sand. The area around me, in a circle of about 5 or 6 km diameter, sinks several hundred meters. It is as if an invisible giant punched this area in.
I can see the rim of underlying rock in the distance. Evidently, I must have been on an island, or a peninsula — because now, I see water violently rushing over the edge of that rim. Before the water reaches me, I look up; the rest is a blur.
Date: Some time before 2020
