I don't know what it is...
The desert seems endless—a stretch of barren, sun-baked earth in every shade of brown and gold, dry and unyielding. Then, without warning, it changes. White Sands rises out of nowhere, brilliant and blinding, a landscape so stark it feels otherworldly. The dunes glitter under the sun like powdered crystal, their soft curves a surreal contrast to the harsh lines of the desert around them. It’s a place that feels untethered from time, a sparkling white gem set in a ring of endless golden expanse. The shift is so sudden, it’s almost impossible to believe—a shock to the senses that lingers, like waking up inside a dream.
