MyrddraalFade
Content note: sci-fi violence, explosions, desert peril.
The Doctor never meant to land on Arrakis.
One wrong pull in the vortex drops the TARDIS onto a world of endless sand, spice-filled air, and a fragile balance held together by belief and blood. It's the early reign of Emperor Paul Atreides, a time when destiny is already pressing hard on the planet-and when even the smallest disturbance can echo across history.
Unfortunately, the Doctor isn't the only Time Lord listening.
The Master is here too.
Drawn by something buried deep beneath the dunes, something ancient and calling through the spice, the Master sees Arrakis not as a world to protect, but as a door waiting to be opened. The Doctor knows better. Whatever sleeps under the sand was hidden for a reason-and opening it could tear far more than the desert apart.
With his sonic unreliable, the desert itself turning hostile, and the Master pushing every boundary just to see what breaks, the Doctor must walk carefully between interference and catastrophe. Because on Arrakis, even sound can summon monsters, and light can become a weapon.
Time doesn't care about heroes.
And on a world where prophecy rules, it waits for no man.