Sands of Uniformity

Beneath the harsh sun, the surface stretched endlessly, a canvas of identical particles. Each fragment of sand, a infinitesimal reflection of the single-hued sky above. The wind, moaning, carried with it no hint of color, only the immensity of a world painted in sole tone. Across these single-hued
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