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Two suns almost look like hands Reaching out and casting blue and purple shadows down upon the white-sanded world of this world of unknown. A baron waste lands now, but once a fertile place fill    ed with populous. Nothing living remains here, all  except 1 being. Fallen cities of there own destructions broken and decaying, once They held life but now hold nothing but silence. Around this city lies Twisted bonnie mountains almost looking like they are reaching for the skiesnot like the mountains of are world. Off the ee  of the Moatains there are Oceans made of glass distancing off into forever no ridges nothing but flat shimmering surfaces. Sometime if u walk the ocean flats u can see piles of TV boxes piled up like hill though in the center of this ocean and sometimes u see  see them melted or melting into the ground. Along the coast Pillars of spiked stones stick up from the ground looking like stalactites from catacombs (the things hanging from ceilings of caves) on the distant shores of the oceans of glass. Walking threw the Pillars they say you can sometimes u hear the voices of the past, the cries of a last breath letting go. or maybe is the hollow wind blow. a lost souls wonders alone. Hopelessly searching for another like him..