A squat beehive-shaped, spire of sun-bleached stone stands out for it's strange beauty. Uniformly dotted with openings large enough to crawl though almost remind you of the gills of some ancient beast. Within, you can hear the soft, rhythmic gurgle of unseen water, and the air around it feels noticeably cooler, carrying the subtle perfume of moistened earth and desert flora. It's said the spirits of the desert winds are drawn into these structures, leaving their fiery breath behind.