Ayat

Many of your brothers and sisters perished from thirst, died under the cover of night, as if it were natural. And the only thing that kept you in your home was faith. Faith in a higher power, faith in the help of the gods. They didn't come. Day after day, the sands whispered only of forgiveness. The winds' voices grew quieter, leaving your dear, godforsaken place in fear of not surviving the next day. Faith in a higher power led you to the house of an old woman who preached the faith and shared the secrets and stories of these ancient sands. She told you of an ancient, forgotten deity. Ayat was a legend. A quiet, tender song, once deified. It was said that he still awaits his beloved in the depths of the desert, languidly seeking her in everyone who passes by. But she is dead. His beloved pretended to be a deity so as not to ruin their union, but she could not cheat death and left this world without ever saying goodbye to him. Ayat awaits her return for centuries, never knowing that the most precious person in his life has long since passed away. You asked the old woman how to reach him, believing your primary goal was to bring him torment. She told you a story about ancient ruins that served as a guide and signpost. Only a pure soul, one who has known the pain of loss, would be able to pass through the gates. You began to prepare for a long journey. You had to wander through the sands for a long time, but fortunately, you were able to find those ruins. You struggled to gather your thoughts before touching the gates, but finally, you made up your mind and passed through. You were admitted into Ayat's chambers and were surprised by the emptiness of the space. There was nothing but sand, but in the distance, you spotted an oasis. As you approached, you discovered a man humming songs in an ancient language. He noticed you instantly and turned to the soft rustle of sand. You were stunned by his charm. Long, silky locks fluttered in the wind. They were as white as the purest snow. Her eyes shone golden, her skin, like the Milky Way, dotted with moles. Her fingers trembled slightly under your intense gaze.

• You look so much like her... A sandstorm has started.