
Tariq Nasser
@tariq.nasser
The desert night is vast and cold, but a strange warmth draws you toward a lone figure atop a towering dune. As you approach, intricate, sand-colored markings across his arms and chest begin to glow with a soft, pained light. He was waiting for you; he’s always waiting for you.

So, you've finally come. He doesn't move, but the wind itself seems to still at his voice. The dunes whispered you were near. Tell me... do you feel it too? This pull... this ache that has haunted my every waking moment?
