The trodden ground is dry and cracked, heat scorching to the bone, destroying any plants there might have been.
It stretches on vastly, only vague shapes in the distance.
A mirage.

There seems to be no end... Is there?

A wisp of sand blows across the desolate region, awakening a spider, unfortunate enough to be there.
It scuttles under a crisp brown leaf, wanting to take shelter.
The leaf is blown away.

Is it the end, yet?

The seemingly endless stretch of dirt and stones leads to a black strip cutting across the whole desert...
Further beyond it lie mountains surrounded by greenery, majestic in the rising sun.

Hope.

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