Last Murami: The Sandlands

Those lost to the ideas of death are the same ones who live in it. Death is always around those who keep running from it. They can never escape it, can never lose it, can never change it. On the other hand, those who seek death will never be condemned to die. They will always be born poetically and die a poetic death. It will never be sloppy nor poor. A death worthy of someone facing it. Someone stuck in their past, stuck in their sins. Those wishing to be punished, wishing to run from it, wishing to die from it.The bodies become one with the sand. The sand becomes one with time. The blade of a warrior becomes one with legend. This is the legend of Hoefen Tij, the master of thunder and lightning. The fastest swordsman in all of the Sandlands. The journey of a Murami who yearned for adventure and freedom. The story of the world he hated and the people he fought. The story of the friends he made and the friends he lost. This is the story of his journey across the Sandlands, across dunes of time, across the depths of void, across the mountains of ancients, to the mythical Grasslands.