No. 7/100 100-word short stories for my 100 follower celebration!
The wasteland before Hassanah was devoid of life, and yet, the land seem to mimic life, as if searching for what it had once possessed. The wind shaped the sand dunes, bending their shapes to its will. Sand flew, carried on the wind, searching for new places to settle. Rays of sunlight played on the shifting landscape, creating mirages and glimmers.
The desert was dead, but it felt alive.
Hassanah stepped onto the warm sand with confident footsteps. The wind seemed to calm at her presence, waiting, holding its breath.
It was time to once more tame the desert.
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