"Dreams are messages from the deep.

My planet, Arrakis, is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands.. You can see spice in the air. At nightfall, the spice harvesters land.

The outsiders race against time to avoid the heat of the day. They ravaged our lands in front of our eyes. Their cruelty to my people is all I've known.

These outsiders, The Harkonnens, came long before I was born. By controlling the spice production they became obscenely rich. Richer than the Emperor himself.

Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens, but one day, by the imperial decree, they were gone.

Why did the Emperor choose this path? And who our next oppressors be?."