A Barren Wasteland

[Achilleon]

The sun beamed brightly, pounding the rocky terrain with light and extreme heat. A slight breeze conjured up a brief cloud of dust, only to allow it to settle as quickly as it had risen. There was a notable lack of flora and fauna in the area. This made sense, considering the viability of life in this harsh environment was poor at best. Despite the perils that plagued the land, it was not completely empty.

A lone figure was visible. He levitated several inches off of the ground with his legs tucked beneath him in a typical meditative posture. Oddly enough he was draped in white robes and sported an awkwardly long turban as well. Surely he must have been dying of heat exhaustion with the sweltering temperatures but he seemed unaffected.

Nonetheless, there he sat. Perhaps he was waiting for something or perhaps he was simply meditating.