My people go back millions, billions, and maybe even trillions of generations. We have seen every storm to come and every rainstorm to fall.

We have watched them wander here, trying to establish a better life. The desert always takes them in the end.

Mythologies of all different types have regarded us as sacred.

We have seen the rise and fall of many empires, yet we stay the same.

We are know as the scarab beetle.