The goddess of sand is one of moving. She rakes the earth gently with her fingers over a thousand years and mountains become piles of dust. She winds storms around her fingers and sets them off like spinning tops across the desert floor.
(more) The gods on the chalk are playful and shifting, weaving stories, adapting to their supplicants as their supplicants in turn must adapt to a changing land.
Our god is a god of rock. He is the same today as he was when time began. Hard. Unwavering. And he expects you to be the same.(less)