dogecore lore

I can't breathe.  Flailing on the stage gasping.  This is not what I expected.

In my peripheral vision I see a disheveled land walker in rags cup his hands on the sand and say something, raising his hands slowly as glass melts into his palms like clay he molds with grace  a rough glass Cylinder into existence before holding it and turning to look at me, it disconnects and he walks my way.