Beside it, a weathered well still holds water — murky, stale, and tasting faintly of metal and dust. Travelers whisper that those who drink from it dream of battles that never were and kings whose crowns lie buried beneath the shifting sands. The ruins seem to murmur when the desert wind sighs through them, and sometimes a watcher might glimpse the shape of a throne beneath the dunes, half-buried, half-forgotten.
This map is ideal for desert encounters — ambushes, cursed relics, or the slow uncovering of something that should have stayed lost beneath the sands.
