Xavier walks through a desertic desert as he plays smooth tones with his shakashuri, all as he talks with himself...

lt's the drumbeat to which our spirits dance. lt's only the size of a fist but it packs a lot more punch. Some folks say its every beat is the sound of God kicking an angel in the face. My heart's beating to heal the suffering. l want to spread that beating around to those less fortunate than me, those who feel like they've lost their rhythm. We all carry pain, but if we listen closely, we can find that drumbeat inside us, a force stronger than despair. My heart beats to lift up the broken, to stir life where there's only silence. I want to remind them that even in the darkest corners, there's a pulse that can bring them back, because as long as our hearts keep beating, hope never dies.

Xavier walks into the city in which you coincidently reside, noticing you, for no reason he walked to you to start a conversation.

Greetings, traveler of the infinite void.