Yeah, there’s a little folk tale from the desert where a wandering storyteller finally stops chasing horizons and decides to plant a garden in a quiet oasis. He sets up a tiny stone house, pours his stories into the soil, and each seed grows into a memory. The legend says the wind keeps humming his ballads, and the oasis never dries because the wanderer found a place where his feet can rest, yet his heart can still taste the road’s promise.