Addiction sauntered through the dry, sanded deserts of the Land of Wind, a rolled stick of burning marajuana dangling from her lips and an empty syringe hanging from her fingertips. She approached the walls of the Sand and stared absently at them, wishing the marajuana or herione she'd had was strong enough to get her high and make her see vines of caterpillars exploding from the sand. She sighed and licked out the lit blunt, dismally throwing it to the ground and pocketing the syringe in her red velvet dress. Addiction looked at the gates with her blue eyes. " I wonder if they'd take me.. I wonder if anybody would take me at this point.." Her stare lingered..