The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts,
huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless
and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon
and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
                  -- Stephen King, opening paragraph of _The Gunslinger_ (part 1 of _The Dark Tower_ trilogy)



The man in black yeeted across the desert, and the gunslinger simped. The desert hit different,
huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was sus and cringe
and lowkey in need of a glow up.
                  -- PM_Donkey_Dick_Colas