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Miklian, DeMarin
Shambhala
Driving through the vast expanse of the sunlit desert, the rugged terrain unfolded before Inkognito's eyes, a symphony of sand dunes and distant horizons. The 4x4 pickup navigated the sandy trails with ease, kicking up clouds of dust in its wake.
With the wind tousling his hair and the warmth of the desert sun on his skin, Inkognito felt a sense of exhilaration as he ventured towards the distant silhouette of the bedouin camp, eager to immerse himself in the rich tapestry of culture and tradition awaiting him amidst the golden sands.
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