Your Own Story
The scorching light of the sun fell on the valley of Sikhat, burning anything that wasn’t in the shadows. Wise travelers always walked through the orange sand. The white sand would leave you blind, and the black sand would melt your feet. Of course, it didn’t matter which sand you touched if a sandstorm was coming. Only the mad, the desperate, the lost and the faithful dared to travel here. Those who tried and triumphed arrived at the temple of the skyspeakers, a fine house of adoration carved inside a giant rock where the faithful could find knowledge, inner peace and obtain an expanded perspective of the universe.