Prepare to embark on a journey filled with challenges and enigmas.
When sea withdrew and coasts were slain,
The desert rose, a burning chain.
The Surveyors of the Sun decreed,
That wit, not strength, must first succeed.
The desert lives, it shifts, it schemes,
It binds the world in fiery dreams.
Its dunes will move, its winds will hide,
The truth is found by those who bide.
They set the stones, they carved the law,
So wanderers would stand in awe:
“The desert tests the wit, the will,
It bends the strong, it breaks them still.
The clever mind may find its way,
The fool is lost, the winds obey.”
Answer true, and shade shall fall,
Cool waters spring, and treasures call.
Answer false, the Scorchwind wakes,
It burns, it blinds, it steals, it takes.
Thus speaks the isle, thus stands the test,
The desert tries both mind and chest.
Seek wisely, stranger, read the sign,
Or be erased by sands divine.
I am born in the desert though I never breathe
I drink in the sun, yet water I seethe.
My flesh gives life where none can be found
Who am I?