EsteValier's Lair

Lost within the dunes, past a sea of mirages, you find a temple. Sandstone pillars, buffered by the constant sting of wind, tower overhead. Time has worn away the careful detail of their carvings, faded its pigments. An erosion of history; a voice now lost; a story that can never be told. Its song rustles through the stirring sand, yearning to sing and shout, to be known. The silence only echoes.