Stanger. Fitting name, isn't it? Thinking about it, he's kinda strange, that guy on the horizon. Nobody knows him, nobody has ever even seen him before. And yet...he's still human, isn't it? A social animal.
What could you say about a nomad?
Not much, really...no future, no past...just the desert, and whatever there is behind the next dune. And maybe...just maybe...out there there's a nomad in search of a companion.