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Sailing through a sea of glowing dunes, the landscape feels suspended in time. The desert unfolds in endless patterns, each curve and crest shaped by wind and silence. Bathed in the golden breath of the setting sun, it becomes a vast ocean, where stillness speaks louder than sound.
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Another chapter from the Idehan Ubari crossing. Giant dunes stretched endlessly, and on the horizon, cone formations emerged like a mirage in the flat, dry expanse. As we approached, these cones loomed larger, some reaching three or four times the size of a person. It is known that this area was once a water basin. As the water dried up, trees and bushes with their roots became exposed. Time and erosion caused them to rot and deteriorate, forming these mounds of dirt and other organic materials.
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We were about to leave the Idehan Ubari to enter the Al-Hamra Plateau, when we had to find shelter in this boundless sea of sand. The last minutes before setting camp we were surfing up and down the giant dunes chasing the sun setting on the horizon. A moment of peace and silence. The sand dancing with the light changes a thousand colours during a day, but it reaches its pinnacle of splendour as evening approaches. It finally comes alive and finds shape, enveloping you as if to offer protection before the onset of darkness.