SEA OF DEKATOS
“I wandered once, deep into the empty tracts, and came across no markers of my people, no statues warning other females away. I moved through the sands and came to a vast crack in the crust of the world. Looking down, I saw a ruined city far below. Of the builders, I learned nothing. Their fountains held only dust and their structures housed no records. Sifting through the sand I found bones, but the skulls were like nothing I had ever seen before. The vacant eyes stared back at me, the strangely shaped bones hinting at a lost race.”
From the wanderings of Idalika.
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