Monotone Sands

Beneath the blazing sun, the terrain stretched endlessly, a canvas of identical specks. Each shard of sand, a tiny reflection of the unvaried sky above. The wind, whispering, carried with it no hint of hue, only the boundlessness of a world painted in singular tone. , Within this monochromatic san
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