Jellyfish auroras in a desert sky with a few people walking underneath in the sand.

They walked farther than anyone had before through the desert. Past the shifting sands, past the point of no return where stars and sand confuse the mind and they saw things no one else had dared to see. Was it the aurora and the static they heard? Or the song of primordial beings in the deep? They didn’t care anymore. … They had decided to become the keepers of the deep and began to build their city below the beings that hovered just out of reach.