They often come to this land searching for power, expecting legends carved in flame and blood. They expect a single man to rise above all others, to become the strongest, to burn so brightly that even the stars blink in reverence.
But that is not what Haile offers.
If you came looking for stories where strength blooms overnight and revenge justifies itself without question, turn back now. Najiri does not sing those songs. It devours them.
This is a story carved in silence. It is not about triumph. It is about the slow erosion of the soul beneath suns that never set and skies that never clear. It is about men who walk until their names are swallowed by the sand, and about those who remain behind, clutching memories that no longer belong to them.
Here, people do not exist to elevate a chosen one. Here, they breathe, suffer, endure. They are not empty vessels orbiting a hero. They are the weight he must carry, the mirror he must fear.
Najiri will not hold your hand. It will show you strange dreams and leave you to make sense of them. The dialogue may whisper instead of shout, and truth may sleep beneath layers of ash. But it will be there. In time.
So if you're ready to listen to echoes, if you're willing to walk blindly into the dust and trust that meaning will emerge… then step forward.
But know this: once you enter, nothing will be as you expect.
And no one, least of all you, will emerge unchanged.