The sands of Sunagakure felt like a homecoming, bitter and sweet in equal measure. There was a phantom ache as the warm breeze stirred my hair—a sensory ghost of the days I spent chasing the horizon on my desert nimbus. Those carefree years were gone, stripped away along with the powers that defined them. Yet, as I stepped forward, the air seemed to ripple and thin around me. The "Limbo" I commanded now—a silent, starving void—was a cold master, but a powerful one. A rare trade, perhaps, but one that made me a stranger to the very sun that warmed my skin.
[mft]
[Entering Country]
[Half the Time Card]
[1 hour]