The sun beats down on a sea of silica.
Despite this, it is cooler than the average American city during a summer heat wave.
A warm breeze brushes grains of sand from the crests of dunes, carrying the faint scent of ozone.
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arrival: Mira
i hate sand, but i'll put up with it for tentacles
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