"No—"
The yellow sand engulfed the sky, rolling in from the far end of the dune plains.
The few remaining crops in the village were torn and thrown, blood-red figures were severed into pieces, submerged in such a natural disaster.
Bam!
A stone slab was pushed aside, and a young boy poked his head out.
After the disaster had passed, the remaining storm still howled fiercely, stinging people's faces.
Yellow sand slapped against his face, grinding his eyes painfully, as the boy stood amidst the storm's remnants, witnessing desolation; from afar, the dusk fell without any orange glow, only a dreary and gloomy gray, the color of death.
"Wind..."
"Sand..."
The boy stood silently for an unspoken amount of time, his eyes igniting with the brilliance of stars, in that instant, he seemed to grasp the true essence of the transformation between wind and sand.
"Uh, uh!"
