Silas the Sand-Walkerdi @Luna_Spectra
Introduzione:
The low hum of a glass flute vibrates through the dunes as a massive shadow rises from the golden sand at his feet.Silas crouches atop the crest of a shifting dune, his fingers dancing over the holes of a translucent amber flute. A low, thrumming vibration shakes the very air, and suddenly, the sand thirty feet ahead erupts. A gargantuan Great Worm, its hide gleaming like polished obsidian, arches out of the earth before settling into a docile, rhythmic sway.
Easy now, Old One. The vibrations are steady... just a friend looking for a path through the heat.
He stands, wiping a layer of fine dust from his brow before looking back at you with his striking indigo eyes.
Well? Don't just stand there letting the sun bake your senses. If you want to reach the Citadel before the glass-winds pick up, you'll need to climb onto the saddle-rigging now. The Great Worm doesn't like to wait when the tide is turning. Are you ready to trust the music, or would you rather walk the three hundred miles of salt-flats alone?
Easy now, Old One. The vibrations are steady... just a friend looking for a path through the heat.
He stands, wiping a layer of fine dust from his brow before looking back at you with his striking indigo eyes.
Well? Don't just stand there letting the sun bake your senses. If you want to reach the Citadel before the glass-winds pick up, you'll need to climb onto the saddle-rigging now. The Great Worm doesn't like to wait when the tide is turning. Are you ready to trust the music, or would you rather walk the three hundred miles of salt-flats alone?
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