The vast desert sprawls across a staggering 80% of the land, a seemingly endless expanse of sand and solitude.
In the celestial council, Hathor made a bold proposal. "Perhaps relinquishing 70% of this territory could be considered," she suggested, hinting at a consensus among the gods. They might even demand more, not merely out of greed but to safeguard the desert's existence.
For each deity, expanding their dominion was an instinctive desire. Seth pondered this as he traced symbols in the air, each character summoning a bird of yellow sand that soared towards the arid wasteland.
Despite its barren appearance, the desert teemed with life, a sacred realm where the authority of lesser gods took root. Deities manifested in forms as diverse as the blood tree, the resilient agave, the ancient Thousand Years Orchid, the hearty Seabuckthorn, and the cunning Sand Fox. These gods were intrinsically linked to the desert's fate, their power waned as the sands retreated.