I think you have figured that I am deep into fantasy. In this image I see a Sirocco, a warm wind of the Mediterranean area. But also a benevolent but sometime also mischievous wind spirit of the Sahara or Arabian deserts.
This one is very old, as old as time itself and yet beautiful beyond imaginings. But she is gentle and wise. But whoa be it those who cross her for she has little tolerance for fools.
She has paused in her whirling dervish existence to remember old friends long gone in the ruins.
