Scene 1: The Council of the Munchkins

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The tornado lifts the farmhouse high into the swirling, chaotic air. For a few surreal moments, the house soars and spins, carrying Dorothy and Toto within. As the winds rage around them, the tornado begins to lose its grip on the little house. With a final twist, the storm releases its hold and vanishes, leaving the farmhouse floating alone, suspended in a strange stillness, as Dorothy and Toto wait in wonder at what might happen.

Dorothy clutches Toto tightly, feeling his little heartbeat racing against her arm. She hesitantly approaches the window and peers out, her eyes widening at the sight. Below them stretches a vast, barren expanse of pale sand—a place she's never seen before. 

"I wonder where we're going," Dorothy inquired as the ground was more desolate and strange, with the sands shimmering in eerie hues that seem unnatural, almost sinister

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"I wonder where we're going," Dorothy inquired as the ground was more desolate and strange, with the sands shimmering in eerie hues that seem unnatural, almost sinister. She doesn't know yet that this is the Deadly Desert, a place where no living thing can survive, but an instinctive chill creeps over her, and she pulls Toto closer, hoping this strange journey will soon end safely.

With a thunderous crash, the house finally slams to the ground, sending a powerful jolt through its walls and floor. The impact echoes like a thunderclap, followed by an unsettling silence. Dorothy, still clutching Toto, feels her heart pounding in her chest as the dust settles around them. There's an odd sensation, as if the house didn't just hit the ground—but landed on something. The faintest thought crosses her mind, but she can't yet know that, beneath the house, something strange and terrible has happened.

The house tilts sharply, throwing Dorothy and Toto to the side as it plunges downwards. They brace themselves, clinging tightly as the farmhouse crashes sideways through a tangled thicket of trees. Branches scrape against the walls, their rough fingers clawing at the windows and roof. Leaves and twigs whip past as the house jolts and bounces, shaking violently with each impact. Dorothy squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the shuddering crash of each branch, until, with a final jarring thud, the house lurches to a sudden stop, and all goes quiet.

 Dorothy squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the shuddering crash of each branch, until, with a final jarring thud, the house lurches to a sudden stop, and all goes quiet

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As the house rests in the quiet aftermath of its crash landing, the distant roar of the tornado begins to fade. The once deafening winds and tumultuous sounds of destruction slowly grow fainter, becoming a mere echo in the sky. The howling storm that had carried the house across the landscape disappears into the horizon, leaving behind an eerie calm. Dorothy, still clutching Toto tightly, breathes a sigh of relief, but the silence only deepens her unease. The world around her feels impossibly still, and she wonders what strange land she has landed in now.

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