Wasteland Iridescent flowers peppered the cliff tops. Luscious, jade grass swayed to the rhythm of the howling wind that cruelly whipped at your legs. Lapping waves crashes against the cliffs, rising up against each other like giants locked in combat. A cacophony of seagulls circled over head, swooping down to devour their prey. Soft, golden sand slips between your feet and tickles our toes. That was until the great mechanical claws stripped the beautiful field and created an abandoned wasteland. Lonesome deer graze in the field watching their home being destroyed-torture. They carry on;not caring who's watching. Stripping away every blade of grass, every flower petal.
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