Nobody knows where she came from, even after it was created, many legends have described her as a lady of the sand dunes. Lady Samarra. She saw the little city of gold among the sand hills of eternity. Her endless grief was big as a desert, her guilt was the size of grains of sand in that sea of despair. But it was not always so. It was at the end, not at the beginning. At the beginning, in the time before written history.

She had created a small city Samara next to powerful river. At the place where he slept, a beautiful passenger, thirsty and exhausted on the way to town without a name far in the sandy expanse. She came and showed herself in all of her beauty. In a turquoise blue dress, hair hidden, extraordinary beautiful, the contrast seemed like famorgane. And where her hand touched the sand, a cold and clear spring aroused. Traveler enchanted by her beauty fell to his knees and kissed her feet. Her deep blue eyes were like purest ocean water… He never wanted to live that place, he wanted nothing more than to see her again. He stayed near the source, made the house and hoped to see her again, he waited ages for her to come back, but she never came.
Now as an old man, with a smile on his face, he remember that scene, as he told his grandchildren about the lady of the dunes. His wife has ceased to be jealous of his fabrications. As time passed, on the day that he felt the breath of death, he rose at dawn, and walked with heavy steps towards the dunes from which the morning sun threw the golden rays, and the winds sang mystical songs. Tears on his face flowed rivers of mercy and oceans of grace,and he prayed to the gods once again to see the blue eyes. And when he climbed to the top of the dunes with his last ounce of strength, he sat down and saw the full desert in the morning heat. Tired and exhausted, with his last breath he saw her eyes, once more, for the last time. Begetter Enki, has died, and his city, lived. That was here creed.