Two distinct lands were cut in half by a raging river.
On one side of the river was a verdant valley that gave way to a vast expanse of greenery, with towering trees whose majestic forms almost pierced the clouds.
Crossing the river with the cold, biting wind, one would come to see an equally vast desolate expanse.
The lush greenery on one side of the river faded into an arid, sun-scorched plain devoid of life.
The brilliant green that reigned on one side had been replaced by a harsh, bleached-out haze that hung heavy over the barren landscape.
In the midst of this forsaken landscape stood an imposing sand tower, seemingly sculpted by the formidable strength of relentless winds over countless eons.
The monolithic structure pierced the heavens like a colossal thorn. No life stirred in this barren landscape.
The only movement came from the ever-present winds that howled across the dunes, carrying stinging particles of sand that scoured any exposed surface.
