C222 Wooden City

Waves of sand surged forward, like a giant invisible hand, ripping off a layer of desert, then another, the desert wind blew, sand flew, the sky darkened, this was the world of sand, there was no place for you to stand.

Under the scorching sun, the sand exuded traces of heat. Looking up, it seemed that there was a kind of faint but continuing heat wave floating around the sand under his feet