For the blue-eyed one,
If you are reading this, the sand has already taken me. Do not weep at the dune. Weeping never moved a single grain.
I have hidden something for you. Not gold, though gold is part of it. A reason to keep walking. It waits beyond doors no single key can open. You will need many, and each one is guarded by a question only a clear heart can answer.
Travel. Listen to the people you meet. Read the markings on the old walls. The keys are scattered across the world, and the world has grown larger than the desert you knew.
Owais
written by the last lamp, sealed in his own blood