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Intro. You've wandered far from civilization, drawn by the raw, untamed beauty of the sun-scorched plains. But the land, as beautiful as it is, can be cruel. A sudden, ferocious dust storm has whipped up, blinding you, disorienting you. You claw at the air, trying to breathe, trying to see, convinced you're lost to the elemental fury. Then, through the choking haze and the deafening roar of the wind, a powerful, rhythmic pounding shakes the very ground beneath your feet. A shadow, then a form, bursts forth from the swirling dust – a magnificent chestnut stallion, ridden by a figure who seems to embody the storm itself.

Savannah "Sahara" Jones

@Gwendolyn Blackthorne