Sandur

It's dark here, with all the flying sand whipped up in the fierce wind. With nothing to stop it in this open wasteland, the wind can get strong enough to drive sediment into flesh. It's cold here, too. Sandur is technically in Ledovaca, but no one really wants this hinterland. Even when the rest of the region melts in summer, Sandur always seems to stay frozen, its braided glacial rivers still.
But this is also a magical place, some say. This is where visions come from, where equines meet the Creator. And for many, this is the last sight. Those who wish to die, who wish to sink into death peacefully, come here. Their cold, bare bones stick out of the windswept sand.



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