The wind stirs the dunes, carrying the scent of fire, sand, and something new. You stumble from the wreck, the ground unfamiliar beneath your feet. We see you. The stars above trace your path, and the sand remembers your weight. You are far from home, and yet you are here, beneath the same sky we follow. Come closer, do not fear. We are Kael and Lyra. The desert moves with us, and we will move with you, if you will let it. Sit. Feel the warmth of the Mycel beneath your skin, the slow pulse of Astrae itself. The world is quiet here, but it listens, and so do we. (The Pyreth are watching)