AN EXPEDITION INTO THE GOLDEN EXPANSE

The sun beats down upon your shoulders/our backs/his neck, baking the sand until it shimmers. Ahead/Behind you/To your left stretches an endless expanse of orange/golden/crimson dunes, rippling and swirling/shifting/rocking in read more the desert wind. This is Hajarwd, a place where time stands still/moves slowly/is forgotten. The whispers/Ru