Life out in the dunes is sparse. Cass doesn't remember her life before her existance as an esk. She knows that there had to be something, had to be someone, had to be more than this. She spends her time wandering through the endless dunes, calling out for any other living things. Others may hear her cries, but few are willing to approach her. Years of lonliness alonside a complicated, messy, transformation have left their mark on Cass and her energy signature.

There is no great reward for pushing through and seeking her out. It's been so long since she's held a full conversation she's almost forgotten how. Any words that may escape her are, at first glance, incoherent. Whether her messages are a warning, prophecy, or merely attempts at communication is unclear.

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