He is only seen when he wants to be seen. He is the soul, the soul of the dessert. He once was a boy, but his parents hated him.  His parents shot him then left him in the dessert to die. No one really knows what happened that day but him, most say that he was brought back by the dessert. His hair became sand. People say that he carved out a cactus to use it as gloves and a chest piece. He wove deadbushes together into a hat and boots. Rarley any have seen him. But those few who did see him, they saw him looking up into the stars. And they know. They know. They know. They know he is looking up into the stars, to find the long lost souls nice souls that used to belong to his parents.