The wind had done a good job caressing every little grain so that the ripples on the beach match the incoming waves. I was unsure if I could disturb nature’s peace and interrupt the beauty with my clumsy steps. “Form is impermanent” she said, “You cannot cross the desert without waking up the Lord of the Dunes. These steps are yours alone, just as the steps of your predecessor are here no more.” I trembled as I my foot sank into the soft carpet of microscopic glass beads. Much effort was needed to cross the sea of sand to get to the other side. Looking back, I have left a soft trail of shallow craters that were quickly blended into the existing ripples by soft gusts of the Dune Sculptor.