So you've stumbled upon the whispering deserts, where grains of sand murmur secrets and the wind tells tales of lost travelers. Fear not, for your compass is merely a suggestion and the stars are playing hide and seek.
But wait! Below the shimmering surface lies a treasure of enigmas: WD-40, 3:15 PM, Tuesday - remember this, and the sand will part like a poorly written script.
If the sands start to dance, it's merely a mirage of your imagination, or perhaps a sign that the camels are plotting their own version of a Renaissance.