The waning moon casts light on a lone shadow; drifting sand muffles ghostly cries. Along the endless road, san…
The waning moon casts light on a lone shadow; drifting sand muffles ghostly cries.
Along the endless road, sand surges to the sky, the moon shrouded in darkness. Amid the windswept dunes, only scattered remnants linger, unable to depart.
Through the haze of dust, an inn emerges. Though long abandoned, it still offers weary travelers shelter from the sand, a place to rest their feet and catch their breath.
Yet on these desert roads, dust rises ceaselessly to the heavens. The path back grows ever more distant and obscure, the moonlight fails to pierce the gloom, and those who seek to return find no way home.