H2. The First Coordinates Engraved on the Desert Floor, Looking Up at the Southern Stars H3. In the Patch of Waterless Land Where My Tribe’s Survival Hung by a Thread The dark, sun-baked gravel beneath my boots radiated a suffocating heat, having soaked up the fierce daytime sun all afternoon. This was a cursed plateau where a single drop of rain hadn't fallen for centuries, yet it remained..