Imperial Diary. Year 10.191. First comment,

The sand has grown thicker and the sun is hitting differently, how have we come down this path?

Ridges have fallen, the black sun enlightens every inch that the eyes can see and the sense is lost under the unending weight of the heat as the manipulation of those in the shadows made a silent figure rise.

There’s no hope. No hope for those who fear him, neither for those who follow him, because their bluish eyes have made them blind.
Too many souls have been lost, waiting
Waiting for a star to be born, but time is not their burden,
How can their idealistic fundamentalism align with the non-forgiving reality?
Some of them will wonder if the voice of the outer world is the voice they need to hear now. But the answers are dry, and words are lost among the sand.

The beginning of the end for some, the end of the beginning for others,
A path has been carved thousands of years ago and even though they tried, they couldn’t find a way out
The once quiet air has torn dense and noisy,
The desert encloses turmoil and a power no one has ever seen,
they’ll show him the way, but they won’t realize that their fanatism is poison,
Arrakis will always be beautiful when the sun is low,
But its usual light is fading as imperial banners wave the way of the wind,
An eclipse of destiny and loss of life,
Everybody will know that new tides are brewing and that a forgotten name was just out of sight,
And when the water starts turning into fire, everything will be lost.

What if he was still alive?