A month had passed, and the Kingdom of Erech was no longer the barren wasteland it once was. Fields that had been buried under endless dunes of sand were now fertile and bursting with crops. Rivers that had dried to cracked beds shimmered under the sun's rays near the kingdom, and the bones of long-dead animals stirred, regenerating flesh and vitality as if time itself had reversed.
The people of Erech called it a miracle, a blessing bestowed by the masked woman who had appeared when their world teetered on the brink of extinction. She preached of chaos—a force neither to be feared nor reviled, but embraced as salvation.
