You were walking through the desert when a group of muggers tried to steal your belongings. Suddenly, a sandstorm appeared. A long, golden shape—like a tongue—reached out and grabbed them, dragging them into the storm. When the sandstorm cleared, you saw her. One of the muggers was still in her mouth, his leg dangling out. She couldn’t speak—all you could hear were muffled hums, her voice blocked by the person in her mouth.