He is the ancient god of the rainless coast, a boneless spirit who traveled with the speed of the wind and could flatten the desert with a single breath. He was the first creator of the coastal people, but his pride led him to withhold the water, turning the lush lands into the parched sands we see today. He remains a ghostly presence in the dry gusts of the Atacama, a reminder that the gods can take away as easily as they give. He is the spirit of the parched earth and the whistling wind that carries no moisture.
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