Visualize a vast desert, its sands not golden but a deep, shimmering violet that seems to shift and ripple like water under the light of three suns hanging low in the sky. Scattered across the desert are enormous stone statues, their features worn and indistinct, but their sheer size makes them feel ancient and godlike. Some lie broken, half-buried in the sand, while others stand tall, casting impossibly long shadows. In the distance, a massive storm rolls across the horizon, but it’s not made of clouds; instead, it’s a swirling mass of glowing particles that seem to form and dissolve into shapes—faces, hands, and strange symbols—before vanishing again. At the heart of the desert, there is an oasis, but instead of water, it is filled with a viscous, golden liquid that reflects the sky like a perfect mirror. Around the oasis grow trees with crystal leaves that tinkle softly in the wind, their trunks twisting and curling like frozen smoke. On the edge of the oasis stands a solitary figure, cloaked in shimmering fabric that changes color with every movement, holding a staff topped with a glowing orb. The figure seems to be waiting for something, their gaze fixed on the distant storm, unbothered by the wind that swirls the violet sand around their feet.
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