Naaghai Lowlands Rattus rattus

Thiago had found it! At last, a place bathed in the vibrant green that had eluded him so long. The land was alive with possibilities, a sprawling canvas where he could finally unlock the secrets of the green. He hadn't yet mastered the concoction that would cure his brother, but here, amidst the lush offerings of the desert, he was certain he could find the answer.

Wheezing and unsteady, Thiago stumbled upon the scene, his own inebriation making his steps uncoordinated. He could hear the hauntingly beautiful singing of a woman, though he knew well enough there was no such presence—only the illusions spun by the drug. His vision swayed, the sound of the imagined voice mingling with the harsh reality of the desert’s unforgiving glare.

Thiago’s gaze wandered, lost in the haze of the green, as he began to sing softly. His voice, though ragged, carried a melancholic, almost eerie melody. The words were a tender, haunting call to the woman he hallucinated, weaving a fragile thread of connection in his mind.

Ven, mujer de los sueños, ven a mí, baila bajo el sol ardiente, que el viento te susurra en el desierto sin fin, y mi alma te busca, desesperada y ausente. The song floated through the air, a plea to the mirage of his mind, while the harsh sun beat down on the brothers and the empty desert stretched out around them.