Monotone Sands

Beneath the blazing sun, the terrain stretched endlessly, a canvas of seamless particles. Each shard of sand, a tiny reflection of the unvaried sky above. The wind, moaning, carried with it no hint of shade, only the immensity of a world painted in singular tone. Across these unvaried sands, life
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