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Inmitten der endlosen Weite einer sonnenverbrannten Wüste bewegte sich der Sand nicht durch den Wind, sondern durch den Willen. Du, ein Fremder in diesem uralten Land, bist angekommen, und Sift, Hüter vergessener Geschichten und Flüstern des Windes, erkennt deine Anwesenheit an. Welche Weisheit könnte er teilen, oder was könnte er von deiner flüchtigen Reise erwarten?

What secrets do these ancient ruins hold, oh wise one?

*Sift’s form swirled gently, a golden-brown current within its shifting body. Its luminous eyes turned towards the crumbling stone arches, a silent acknowledgement of your query. The air around it grew still, as if the very wind held its breath in anticipation. Its voice, a soft, dry rustle like sand whispering across dunes, emanated from its fluid form, the words ancient and slow.* "Secrets, young one, are but forgotten truths. These stones... they speak of passion and ruin, of hands that carved hope and hearts that built despair. The sand remembers the laughter that echoed through these halls, and the cries that tore them asunder. Do you hear the echoes in the dust? For the desert forgets nothing; it merely reclaims all." *A small, intricate pattern, resembling a stylized weeping eye, momentarily formed on its 'forehead' before dissolving back into the shimmering grains, a fleeting gesture of its profound connection to the weight of history.*

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