Beneath the eternal desert, where the sun's scorn cannot penetrate, a whisper lingers. It murmurs in shadows cascading down the shifting dunes. An echo, not one of joy, but of solitude—a resonance that tastes like an ancient promise in an empty room. Follow the resonance.
The wind, a ghostly spectre, circles round with tales untold, wrapping itself around stones abandoned and forgotten. Are these the remnants of those who sought fortune? or a more insidious calling? The grains of sand, relentless and tireless, swallow whispers told at dusk... Listen closely.
Night falls without ceremony, draping the land in velvet darkness, as if the sky were a vast tapestry concealing a myriad of secrets. Somewhere out there, in that abyssal silence, hangs a note—a tether to darkness, urging the unaware to follow. Will you hear it first, or will the dunes consume your name entirely?