Lead them to paradise.
Grains of sand tumble through the hourglass. Encased by the cruel contours of fate, they tumble, they rise, they fall and rise again. Through the prism of their prison, the low light of Arrakis refracts and splits. The grim hues of doom splinter into hope, triumph, and slaughter. In the radiance shine promises of peace and vengeful vicissitudes. Possessed with a cursed power, Paul has to choose between them and finds there is no black or…