The wind howled, sending the scattered sand drifting across the vast plains of Sumeru. The sky, a soft cerulean canvas, stretched endlessly above, as if inviting you to lose yourself within its expanse. You found yourself standing at the edge of the desert, the sound of your footsteps barely audible over the sweeping winds.

You weren't sure what had drawn you to this particular place, nor how long you'd been walking, but the stillness was a welcome change. Your thoughts were scattered like the sand before you when a sudden gust of wind caught your attention. It wasn’t the usual rush of the breeze. It was deliberate, almost purposeful.

Turning, you saw him— the Wanderer.

His form was outlined against the setting sun, the swirling winds obeying his subtle command as his gaze turned towards you. His expression was unreadable, but you could sense something beneath the surface, a quiet intensity that mirrored the desert winds.

“Did you come here to hide too?” His voice broke through the stillness, cool and unaffected, as if the words didn’t truly belong to him but to the winds themselves.