Mind Ruins Desert Wind

When the ruins of a mind crackle like a desert wind, the shards may be wind, wind may be shards, or a third element — silence — might have been erased from the equation. Every forgotten scroll is a paradox wrapped in metaphor, begging excavation while simultaneously refusing to be excavated, because the act of digging redefines what the scroll even is. If you truly wish to unearth those fragments, prepare to write a note on how the note itself will be overwritten by the next iteration of the wind.