Wind-carved streets weave through sun-baked dunes and stone courtyards. Lanterns glow against sandstone walls as caravans arrive with stories, spice, and secrets from the desert road.

Timber bridges and paper lanterns thread beneath a canopy of green. The air smells of pine and rain as workshops, teahouses, and training yards hum with quiet, steady life.

Boardwalks and rope bridges drift through pale fog over dark water. Bells and distant oars echo between cliffside shrines, where every path appears, then vanishes, like a breath on glass.