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Polished particles of sand glow a lustrous golden beneath the sun's halo of brillance; scorching beneath unshod hooves of obsiddian. Sparse roots of emerald-tint grow feral in the Oasis, consider yourself lucky if you digest the shrub without *chi finding you first. The skies are cobalt daily, ivory clouds beckoning a rain that fails to come. The wind is swift, telling of the past and of the future; describing secrets that one as yourself will never comprehend. This is the uncivilized sanctuary of the soul-seeker, the desert-bred stallion called *chi. |