Miles and miles of golden sand. He felt the burning sun caressing his skin. The strange, yet familiar music kept playing in his head. He was in a dessert, with a red cape covering his face and body. A golden tiara was on his head, under the red hoodie. All he could remember was that his name was Bengt.
Standing on the tall sand dune, he saw a glowing light on a far away mountain. He somehow knew it was his mission to get there.