夜は、砂の上に眠る人々の夢を、星が抱きとめる——⛺

The desert nomads' dwellings consist of numerous woolen tents spread out beneath the stars, their shapes swaying in the wind. The fibers, wet with night dew, shine against the cold glow of the stars, creating the illusion of the earth reaching out to the sky. Bonfire ashes remain on the edges of the tents, faintly reflecting the starlight around them, and grains of sand dance like silver dust. Looking up from the outside, low on the ground, I see the silhouette of the tents, softly rippling, overlapping with the Milky Way's ribbon. In the distance, the sand dunes stretch out endlessly, and beyond them, a sea of ​​stars stretches out. Stars are rare, but each one is bright. Reddish stars dot the low sky, their light piercing the dry air, carrying heat like the breathing of the sand. The deep brown sand, black shadows, and the orange and gold of the stars create contrasts of heat and cold, creating an overall tone of silence and the memories of the ancients. The wind gently caresses the sand, obscuring the light of the stars one by one.