“The world is a desolate place. Barren, and unforgiving. A place unfit for men like myself. We who are Wanderers, do not merely explore the world. We learn about it. We learn from ages long gone. We dream of what once was, and what it may have become. That is what it means to be a Wanderer… ”

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The large pack, heavy upon my back, slumped onto the sandy ground as I put it down for a moment of rest. It had been years since my last interaction with another sapient being. All there is out here, is dust, sand, monsters, some more sand, and some more monsters. Desolate was an understatement really. It was sand as far as the eye could see, save for a couple oases , where I would stop to refill my supplies, and rest.

Though these conditions definitely make me rethink my decision making skills at times, the ruins that I find are more than worth it. In one specific temple that I had found, which is easily the biggest intact ruin that I have ever encountered, was a scroll. A scroll with magic inscribed upon it. Ancient magic at that. In this day and age, people are only able to learn magic from the great spirits dotting the world. Only, ancient magic follows no such restrictions. It teaches you the Language, letting you use a single keyword for many different outcomes depending on intent. Discoveries like those, are what fuel me to keep exploring, both literally and figuratively.

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As I rested by the oasis, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The stars emerged, twinkling like distant memories of a time long past. I pulled out the ancient scroll from my pack, its parchment weathered and yellowed with age. The symbols etched upon it seemed to dance in the firelight, whispering secrets of a bygone era.

I traced my fingers over the intricate lines, feeling the power thrumming beneath the surface. This was no ordinary magic. It was a glimpse into a world that had been lost to time, a world where the boundaries between reality and myth were blurred.

With a deep breath, I began to chant the words written on the scroll, feeling the magic surge through me like a river unleashed. The air around me shimmered with energy, and I closed my eyes, letting the ancient language guide me.

When I opened them again, I found myself surrounded by visions of the past. I saw kingdoms rise and fall, battles fought and won, and secrets buried beneath layers of dust and sand. It was a tapestry of history, woven with threads of magic and mystery.

More importantly, I had learned a new word.

Bloom