Night fell, and the magnificent, sacred sand-ship sailed quietly across the desert. A full moon hung high in the sky, casting its light upon the vessel and rendering it even more tranquil and mysterious, reflecting a soft halo.
The expansive deck was covered with soft carpets that felt as light as walking upon clouds.
Xiao Yue leaned against the railing at the bow, gazing out at the sea of sand in the night. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a soft luster under the moonlight. A gentle breeze swept past, lightly stirring her strands and bringing a hint of cool refreshment.
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