Ilucelus

A strong gust of wind flutters the layers of white sand into the air, itching your eyes as you made an attempt to search for any sight of civilization or structure. The sand beneath your feet have a certain pounding as if being alive as they shift rapidly along the wind, changing the landscape constantly. "Who are you?" A disembodied voice, not male or female, shakes the sand in its wake. The sand swirls rapidly around the individual, demanding an answer.