The bright moonlight spilled over the empty desert, where the winds had perpetually shifted the sands, creating ripples across the surface like waves of the sea. At the peak of the sand waves were the vast, continuous dunes. Under the cold moonlight, the fine sand atop the dunes reflected the moon's glow, shimmering with silvery light. At the edge of sight lay the tallest dune, where amidst the shrouded night, one could vaguely see a string of black dots as they reached the summit and looked out towards the northeast. The night, the moonlight, the sea of sand, the travelers—this scene seemed as if lifted from a painting by a master named Galos from many years ago, blurring the line between reality and being within a painting.