It was a cold day in Argentina. Grey skies flood over the sun's distant rays, leaving but a feint white luminance to drown out the colours of the world below. The summits of snow-white mountains, censored by the all-seing mist of the clouds above. With no sun to clear it, the lone desert paved with a thin layer of frost. A lone road, leading to nowhere, continued its eternal wait for its next patron.
Pillars of towering oak, once providing a lavish green landscape, withered away with age. The forest, unliving, stared down at me with harsh gazes. The mist's reflection bounced off of the dark, murky waters below. There was no life for miles, what a terrible place to go camping.
Pillars of towering oak, once providing a lavish green landscape, withered away with age. The forest, unliving, stared down at me with harsh gazes. The mist's reflection bounced off of the dark, murky waters below. There was no life for miles, what a terrible place to go camping.
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