Sixty years ago, near the far-off border of the Desert Kingdom 'Takara', there was a village called 'Bizelle'.
The buildings here were mostly made of packed sand and earth, as if they were sand castles built by giants. Every day at dawn and dusk, these low and squat buildings would be bathed in the soft golden sunlight, giving the village a touch of charming rusticity.
Not far from the village, there was a seasonal river called 'Whistle'. When the rainy season came, the rushing water would flow happily from north to south, making the dried and cracked riverbed along its path moist again.
The precious river water not only irrigated the sparse vegetation and pre-planted crops on both banks but also brought many fish and shrimps rarely seen on ordinary days, improving the diet of the nearby residents.
And so, whenever the 'Whistle' sounded, the villagers would come running.
