Ever-changing Sands

“Little did he know that his longed-for home never expressed desire for stability.
The sands and their motherhood have always brought a twist to the floor, reducing
to dust every notion of permanence while always playing the same game of repetition.
In an attempt to run, he slipped and swallowed sand; and as his voice started
to break in a suffocating desperation, he assumed fate. The night had fallen.”

For the last stage, I decided to compose in a more mature way. As The Child has grown by this point.

After feeling the urge to kill She, The Child questions his sanity. Now, he has to agree.