Demure flakes wisp in and willing lay themselves on the desert bed.
A quiet rest ensues, but brief is the sleep of the sublime rarity.
The dominance of rays threaten their bliss.
Each crystal singularly makes its tiny effort to resist the searing rays that slice through the once wholly grey heaven.
As the two briefly battle for control, steam roils off the once frozen earth.
Are you kidding? You delicate babies...did you really think you could win against the mighty desert's Masterful Sun?
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