Few cities endure the wrath of the desert as Nukret does, its skyline obscured by a ceaseless veil of sand. Here, life exists beneath the dunes, where homes, markets, and temples are carved into the earth itself. Lanterns of glowing crystal light the labyrinthine tunnels, their hues shifting with the passing storms above. The people of Nukret move like whispers through the dust, their faces veiled, their voices hushed—survivors of a land that would see them buried. Yet, within the deep halls of Nukret, there is a quiet defiance, for those who master the sandstorms learn to walk unseen through the world.