The air shimmered, a dance of heat and haze. You could almost hear the whispers of ancient travelers, their shadows cast by an unseen sun. These were the echoes of stories never told, tales woven into the landscape, obscured by time and twilight.
Somewhere in this vast stretch, an unmarked path veered left, beckoning with the promise of discovery. Each step stirred the dust of forgotten realms, a soft chorus beneath your feet, an ode to journeys yet taken.
If you listened closely, you could hear the faintest melody, ringing like a chime in the cool desert breeze. Follow it, and it might guide you home, or to another beginning.