Really wishing rn that I were a reanimated skeleton lying in repose upon the pale sandy dunes of a far-off fantastical desert realm, warming my lazy bones under the pleasant heat of the golden sun, watching the dark wing of an enormous bird slice through the sky like a shark fin, unburdened by physical needs, free from the shackles of society, yet still able to bask in the splendor of a vast and mysterious nature spread endlessly before me. Perhaps I could even have a pirate sword, or some sort of large, ornate adornment- like a cursed amulet or stolen crown jewels, for example. Wouldn't that be something? Naked and unafraid. And the beasts would know me by the clatter when I walked and the adventurers would know me by the chatter when I talked and I wouldn't need a name at all. Maybe I could join a skeleton crew and sit in the crow's nest of some sort of fantastical ship that sailed not the seven seas but the dunes themselves, or else high among the clouds, ever closer to the brilliant, burning sun. What a dream.