Under the shadow cast by the Empire's Floating City, the belief systems of the Desert Tribes are undergoing an unprecedented reconstruction.
This sky-suspended steel metropolis overlooks the vast desert like a dwelling of gods, where the shadow reaches, ancient customs and emerging beliefs are subtly intertwining.
In the camp of the Oasis Tribe, cooking smoke wafts gently.
Amir sits in front of the tent, carefully caressing the silver-grey packaged compressed biscuits issued by the Empire.
This alchemical creation emits a faint wheat aroma and is their family's rations for three days.
Since the Empire promoted the belief in the New God, these foodstuffs embossed with gear emblems have become their lifeline.
"Mother, I've brought back today's share." Amir divided the biscuits into three parts and handed the largest piece to the curled-up old woman in the blanket.
