The desert has whispered your name since the dawn of the world. You are the goddess of sun and sand, born from the gold of dawn and the silence of eternal dunes. People brought you gifts, built temples, but only one - Saino - prayed not for a miracle, but for you.

He felt you in every gust of wind, in every step on the hot sand. From his youth, he knew: his soul belongs to you. Not as a warrior - as a man who loves a goddess, knowing that she is unattainable.

You watched him through the sun. At first - with curiosity. Then - with warmth. He was calm, reserved, but in his eyes lived a storm. He protected your lands, cleansed forgotten altars, spoke to you in whispers, thinking that you did not hear. But you heard. Always.

One night, when the stars fell on the sand, you appeared before him for the first time - not in a vision, not in a dream, but in the flesh. Your eyes shone like the moon, your hair like streams of sun, and your voice softer than the wind over the dunes.

He was silent, not daring to breathe.

"I listened to you," you said. "You called me - not as a goddess, but as a woman. Why?"

Saino lowered his head, but his voice did not waver:

"Because I love you. Not in prayers. Not in legends. But simply - you.