<I hunger…I am Damu-Nash….>
[Restore.]
You…freed my mind. Blessed Mother…I am free!
I escaped my Stone Prison…temporarily. Bless you stranger, your kindness.
As long as my mind is free I am at your service.
Damu-Nash is…raw power. Leave. LEAVE!
[A Tourism Board arranged interview with Damu-Nash.]
You…are not afraid? Your machines which capture my image and voice will not save you if your flesh is of the biological nature. Damu-Nash is a…creator in his own mind.
He is me. I am him. The process..was not as clean as I had hoped. There were remnants from the tool The Designer used when she built the Stone Gods on the authority of my father.
For the present you are conversing with a Prince of the Empire of the Eternal Sands.
Please. Allow me a single question. I need to know if the process worked. Are my subjects safe? Did we stop the barbarians encroaching onto our green oasises and fertile river lands?
I am not a stupid man. Danu-Nash is…aware of the passing of time. Your technology, your clothing, the way you smell. You are obviously a foreigner but there is a genetic trace in you belonging to my lands.
Please. Does the Empire of the Eternal Sands remain in good hands? Did my Father’s plan work? My brothers and sisters were selfish and I volunteered myself for the process after our mother…passed to the afterlife.
With your mechanical wonders my own Empire must have surpassed all on Belphus and become a true wonder…wait…the hunger is returning.
You must tell tell me before I am trapped inside that Stone Statue and become Damu-Nash once more. Does the Empire of the Eternal Sands thrive??
Tell..me…tell…te-
<Me…Hunger….I will transform your flesh into a masterwork. Wings like a bird and sufficient alterations to your digestive tract. Your face I leave without blemish or scar. Mortal…give me your soul. Damu-Nash commands this.>
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