*Hopping on my ride, laying a little rubber and spraying a ton of sand in the air*

The dust from the thundering hooves of Eight-Hundred and Eighty Three horses from Per Harleyhotep can be seen arising on the Horizon, clouding the Aten's view. As they approach, radiant shafts of light pierce through the wall of smoke and sand.

*reaching up with one hand to pull the visor down over my face, shielding my eyes from a shower of sand.*