Heat. All I could feel was the unrelenting, burning heat. It seemed to pour in from every direction in this vast desert, above in the form of the brilliant sun, underneath in the form of scorching sand, and most terrible of all, the endless burning winds that were expected to be cool and refreshing but instead were a living hell for anything that breathed, sending sand and warm air into your lungs. For miles and miles around, not a single plant grew or patch of water appeared, leaving me stranded, starving, thirsty and unable to breathe in the unforgiving desert.
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