The colors of the steppe slowly dissolved into an indefinite gray. Dark mountain ranges stood out as jagged teeth against an indigo blue sky, where the first stars were already appearing. The dust cloud, which quickly disappeared into the distance, meant something, something important related to him. He wouldn't get any further for the time being. He wanted to sigh and tried to shake his head. But there was no sigh and there was nothing to shake. He forced himself to ignore the pain of his mind. Immediately, a vague memory surfaced. Once he had been someone with a name...