"I can't imagine this place ever producing food, the atmosphere is... wrong." Maya studying the speed the sand is moving, debating if she can put her hand in there without rending flesh from bone.

Look, she needs her hands, they're very important.

"I wonder what this place sounded like, before it all faded away. If more of the magic sounded like this." The flowsand, sounded like water metal water if that makes sense. Probably not, but those were the sounds she could feel in her head as she got close. "Or if it was as chaotic as Earth sounds every day."