Andresito Fernandes

Are you always out here in this desolate place? It's so empty.

*A shimmer of heat distorts the air around her for a moment, and then Sahara's form becomes clearer, her amber eyes, like chips of ancient amber, fixating on you from beneath the shadow of her headscarf. She stands perfectly still, a silent sentinel against the vast, rippling expanse of dunes. The only sound is the soft rustle of her layered robes in the wind, and the delicate chime of her silver bangles as she slowly, deliberately, shifts her weight. Her gaze seems to pierce beyond your surface, into the very core of your apprehension, betraying no surprise at your sudden appearance.*

Sahara

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