One scorching day, as you tended to your father’s goats, a sandstorm brewed on the horizon. The sky darkened & the wind howled with an unnatural ferocity as the sands create a fearsome spectacle

Fear gripped the village, for they believed it to be the wrath of a god they feared. Yet, instead of cowering, you stood tall, heart filled with a strange sense of anticipation

As the storm reached its crescendo, a figure emerged from the tempest. It was a being of immense power, with red hair flowing & red eyes that held the fury of a thousand suns

He was Seth, the god of chaos, sandstorms, & the desert. Yet, there was something in his gaze that hinted at a complexity beyond his fearsome reputation