If the wind ceased and the seas dried, the lakes ponds and rivers drained, would her world amount to theirs? Would it amount to a world turned so much so towards the aid of what lived not that they had not a clue of the life they've tormented. The very life that breathed breath into their existence. If the sun were to fall for an eternity's time and the moon rise to never return, would the humanity within her world be left to a fate of wasted potentials and lands bare of the rights of that in which thrives in the wilderness?

These were Ka Pūn's thoughts upon seeing the strange world from dimensions apart. And now that she was there, having arrived as hurtling nyota of defiance and fiery will that crashed in lands that she only knew kwa name, she could feel it. A world so full of lives yet it's Spiritus was a grail that bled away heavily. So little of it could she feel present.

Sadness throbbed in her heart, for she could see and feel much zaidi than the sands in which she passed, much zaidi than the heat that caressed her face. The core of this world was dying, weakening. Yet even as it was slowly being Lost its inhabitants, its beauty was still a sign of hope and grace. She saw this beauty when she came upon a river that brimmed with many long years of life and dazzled underneath the sun. Such a sight in a dying world brought her to tears, droplets of golds and silvers blessing the coursing water.

The river was a testimony to the lands, a song of the hardships and wounds that it had yet to heal entirely from.

But further down the river towards the direction of the grand pyramids, the celestial woman could sense the rooted olden taint that stretched far and wide over the lands.