"Rider of Winds, guide me to shelter from these burning, biting sands."
These were the first words I spat out with a groggy grumble as I awoke face first in the sands. It was only many hours later, after I had found water, food, and safety within Ephia's Well, did I realize how nonsensical they were. Who even is the Rider of Winds that I referred to? Why did the name--the title(?)--come to my mind in my first moment of existence? In that moment of desperation?
I have no idea who I am, except for a name I could barely recall. Sand is familiar to me but the desert I awoke in was entirely alien to me. The people I have met have been--for the most part--friendly despite being strangers. I have been lurched into this world that is not my own with little to no memory but I remember the Rider of Winds.
Why?
Looking upon this new world, I am stricken with the thought that perhaps I will never discover the answer. But, regardless, I will walk the trails between the dunes and search.
These were the first words I spat out with a groggy grumble as I awoke face first in the sands. It was only many hours later, after I had found water, food, and safety within Ephia's Well, did I realize how nonsensical they were. Who even is the Rider of Winds that I referred to? Why did the name--the title(?)--come to my mind in my first moment of existence? In that moment of desperation?
I have no idea who I am, except for a name I could barely recall. Sand is familiar to me but the desert I awoke in was entirely alien to me. The people I have met have been--for the most part--friendly despite being strangers. I have been lurched into this world that is not my own with little to no memory but I remember the Rider of Winds.
Why?
Looking upon this new world, I am stricken with the thought that perhaps I will never discover the answer. But, regardless, I will walk the trails between the dunes and search.