Tim Paris - Edges of Corrosion
The erg ran to lap against brown-green mountains in the far west, and seemed to ripple back onto itself and gain both volume and liveliness, for the dunes in the middle distance presented a series of massive gleaming swells, a wind-thrown ocean painted still and solid, smooth and skinlike, their curvature suggesting a body turning under sheets in the course of a night's sleep, and beyond that the sky reigned over whatever desert began anew on the other side of the brown-green mountains.[Buy Immer 3]