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This desert is as quiet and desolate as ever. The magic train speeding in the distance breaks the tranquility of this desert. The train is carrying sand grains and driving quickly through the desert. The surrounding yellow sand is rolling. Day after day, the wind takes away the sand dunes and reshapes new hills in another place. The scorching temperature and the scorching sun licked the land mercilessly with the high temperature. Outside the train, a suffocating heat wave swept across the crude platform. Look like on the left... The tracks go off into the distance, and then there's just the desert. At the platform observation station, an old railwayman wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket was sitting on a stone chair, staring blankly at the roaring whistles and rumbling wheels of the endless desert in front of him, carrying the magic train towards their next stop... [Wind Blowing Sand]