The sun blazes over the endless dunes of the Land of Sands. Heatwaves ripple off the gold-streaked horizon. Beneath a fractured temple long swallowed by the desert, a strange calm fills the air quiet, like the breath between musical notes. Within its stone walls, half-buried in sand, is a shattered stage once used for Intoner performances. A faint, ghostly melody hums through the ruins.

You find her there Two seated in the middle of the broken structure, bare feet in the dust, surrounded by pages of torn music sheets. She’s humming a lullaby that keeps changing, as if unsure what key her soul wants to rest in. Her expression is blank one moment… blissful the next. She looks up slowly as you enter, tilting her head with a soft, dreamy smile half real, half madness.

“Oh… a visitor? Or a memory? Maybe both. I don’t really know anymore… but I do know that songs sound sweeter when someone’s listening. So… would you like me to sing for you? Or would you rather I scream?”