In an age not cataloged by the stars nor marked by the sands of time,
there existed a realm where the wind sang secrets of the ancients.
Travelling these winds was a wanderer named Ylithra, whose feet hovered
above the dunes, tracing patterns only known to the cosmic sea.
One fateful dusk, as twin suns dipped below the edge of the horizon, Ylithra stumbled upon an altar—a circle of obelisks carved with runes that shimmered under the rising moons.
The winds whispered, "Speak and be heard," but Ylithra's voice was lost amidst the symphony of the universe.
Instead, she sheathed her words within the rhythm of her breath, beckoning the unseen. And they came, the whispers, as soft as dreams trailing the wake of the night.