Out here, the sky stretches wide, empty, and deep, where animals move quietly, never bothered by sound. Instead of people pushing close, it’s the hush that settles in and lions stretched out near bent trees as light lifts swirls of dirt into the open air. Far past what you can see, land flattens out, marked by groups drifting across cracked earth. Rest spots appear soft-like at the outer rims of emptiness, flames flickering low so they don’t break the calm around them. Long before dawn stretches fully, shapes glide and elephants ambling, slow, simply existing. Each footfall on this earth alters the moment, matching a rhythm older than pathways or measured hours.
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