It swirls around, a scourging, stinging wind filled with the infinite sands of the desert, tearing cloth and scouring flesh. Within the wind, that terrible, ghastly wind, scream the souls of those who could not find peace. They clutch and tear at those caught inside, trying to draw them into their eternally-shrieking chorus. All water dries at the wind's touch, bringing drought instead of rain, for it resents all that lives and would wither it all if it could.