Oud, daf, electroncs

As you gaze up towards the blazing midday sun a breeze starts to swirl around you in the intractable arid land. The moving air ebbs and flows around you, enveloping you in an odd rhythm. The particles fly up from the ground with each gust and almost obscure the brilliant orb. You shouldn't have come here, but this is the only place you will be able to find the forgotten footsteps to the center where past, present, and future are concurrent, therefore meaningless. Journey on, wearisome friend...