Laying within the sand I close my eyes. Then I open them. Centuries have passed. Am I dead or immortal?

I fall into the snow, millennia go by, they help me get back up. They gather all my things. I can’t move from the cold.

There is someone who wants to know us, who wants to remember, understand, study us. I can not open my eyes, there is too much light. There are too many eyes.