“The desert was a quiet place both when the sun scorched the dirt and the moon made the world metallic in its light. For many, that silence was a tranquility eagerly welcomed into their lives, periods where life's chaos was triumphantly rebuked and the only noises were sounds that were present long before humans arrived.
There was one noise, however ancient and peaceful it may be, that was no one wanted to hear. There was, on rare occasion, a spellbinding melody emanating from the rocky hills. The mystical tune was played by an desert siren, an evil nymph of the parched plains. It was gracefully strummed on a harp made of bone, no doubt the bone of a creature she consumed herself. Plucking and singing, she wandered the barren lands enticing man and beast to seek out the source of the divine harmony.
The hapless souls that followed their possessed ears and hearts to this infernal creature were butchered in manners one would not like to dwell on. And for this reason, may all desert nights be tranquil and still and perfectly devoid of life's organic or demonic chaos.” -M.D. Walter