When the desert wind blows, her golden ornaments chime against one another, ringing with a clear, sacred note.
The scent mingled with the sand feels like the breath of an ancient temple, and beneath it, her shadow sways in unhurried rhythm.

The crimson hue of her skin, the firm lines of her muscles,
and the cold gleam in her eyes all belong to one who has gazed long upon the boundary between life and death.