They call me the lord of the desert. They couldn’t be further from the truth. I am it’s sworn enemy. The desert is torment and despair; I am hope and relief, yet for some indiscernible reason, they choose the desert. They accept the torment and hunt me, trying to lay claim to a so-called “legendary treasure” that I never had. Thus, I have hidden for aeons, and only the creatures that live in this infernal landscape know of my whereabouts. I yearn for the day I can go home.

(By the way, keidas is finnish for oasis)