You stand on the watchtower and observe the canyons.
I walk towards you, you don't notice. You just stare and swing back and forth.
You look like a mummy stuck in the world of derpy cactuses and explosive scarabs. Defeated by guests.
I can't touch you. Or more like kick off this tower...
Who or what are you? Why you are in this old watchtower? You don't even know...or at least can't tell me.

I think you're just a memory.

Why am I even talking to you...