Azure sky, spring seas, emerald forests, windy plains, snowy tundras and golden desert - jewels of our world... Sand as far as the eyes can see, wind sometimes carries it and seem nothing more, nothing alive. But, below the scorching sun and a burning earth cover hide creatures of the desert - they survive for the good of their species. In all situatians, sandstorms, this is their home, but only the strongest survive. The wind carries the sand through the silence of a starry night.


    Under the burning sun a lone man aimlessly walks. Lost and weakend he walks in hopes of finding an oasis. His body is that of steel, no, his entire body is that of hot steel! Sweat drops, streanght fading... Finally oasis! From sheer happiness the man ran towards it, jumped into the water, but it vanished. Yes, yes, that was a delusion of mind, a mirage, fatamorgana...This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    Red stones from the time of ancient man. The wind carries thw sand, sun fries the earth. The lone man walks on the sandy dunes. Will he survive? Only the desert knows. Vultures fly hoping, searching for innocent souls... The sun slowly sets, night comes. Suddenly all is colder, and life is waking. Foxes, insects, wary scorpions come out of their hideouts. Above them is clear night sky. Only lizards are absent, those cold creatures are still during the night. All bustles with life, and yet the night is quiet. Day on the horizon, morning dew everywhere. It cathech on their bodies and slides into their mouths - a ray of hope, grasp of life...