In the Iraqi desert, two decades post-House of Ashes, a lone wanderer found a village. An ancient woman, adorned with mystical tattoos, greeted them.

"Welcome, seeker. The sands settled, but echoes linger. A profound future awaits," she said. Her eyes held ages of wisdom.

Again, the woman spoke, "The winds of time whisper your arrival. Danger and salvation lie within. Choices mark your path; the desert's secrets unveil to the daring." The wanderer stood at destiny's crossroads