She is from the ancient tribe travelling through the desert under the starry skies. Through all her life she heard the songs of lost cities and forgotten kingdoms, the stories of treasures burried in the sand. On the carpets near the camp fires old men told of the days of yore, and old women sang long and sad songs making endless strings of beads and creating intricate patterns on rough fabrics made of camel wool.
She is the daughter of people who appear and disapper with no noise and sign, leaving only lingering smell of sweet resins and shades on the ground.
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