"Thus the great Shaman Kujata was left in despair, his dream of reaching the heavens utterly broken, for his arms would no more feel the warmth of the Sun, and he'd never cast a spell again.

Still, as the Shaman, he would press on, his back being the support of his people, even if this meant sinking into the sands, forgotten. For how can you hold yourself and your future with nothing to support you?"