歌词
The desert waste stretched into infinity, a desolate expanse devoid of life and color. Once a pulsating world, it had succumbed to the weight of a cataclysmic event, leaving behind a barren landscape of swirling sand, jagged rocks, and unrelenting heat. The air, tainted with swirling particles of dust, was carried by an unforgiving wind that whispered secrets of forgotten times.
The recollections of rain had slipped through the cracks of memory, dissolving into the murky depths of oblivion. The sun, a cruel and unyielding god, ruled the heavens, its scorching rays etching a harsh reality upon the cracked and withered earth. The daytime sky stretched overhead, an uncompromising canvas of cerulean, sporadically punctuated by elusive mirages that danced on the edge of sanity—a mocking charade, a twisted jest played on weary wanderers.
The desert waste, a realm of relentless dichotomy, oscillated between sweltering heat and bone-chilling cold, embracing the inhabitants in a ceaseless battle of endurance. As the twilight cloak unfurled its ebony wings, the stars emerged in infinite numbers, scattered across the obsidian abyss. Yet, their spectral radiance provided scant solace to those enshrouded in the desolation.
The land itself, an unforgiving tapestry of shifting dunes, labyrinthine canyons, and desolate salt flats, bore witness to the imprint of a forgotten era. Towering sandstone cliffs, like ancient monoliths, stood sentinel, their surfaces etched by the relentless erosion of time. The dunes, shaped by the whims of unseen hands, rose and fell like ripples upon a forgotten sea.
Life in this harsh realm was a fragile anomaly, a fleeting respite amidst the desolation. Vegetation clung to existence, resilient shrubs and twisted trees, their gnarled branches reaching skyward in a desperate plea for sustenance. Water, the elixir of life, became an enigmatic spectre, concealed beneath the arid surface or concealed within clandestine subterranean vaults.
Only the most resilient and resourceful souls dared to traverse this forsaken dominion. Nomadic tribes, survivors of an aeon-old legacy, ventured forth in search of sustenance and shelter. Their garb, tattered and threadbare, bore the weight of countless hardships, their eyes obscured by dust-stained goggles, their weary soles encased in boots worn thin by endless miles.
