Ali Baba snapped awake after he dozed off momentarily. The fluttering feeling in his stomach from the high altitude and the lack of any firm perch under him denied him a moment's rest during the whole journey. That without considering the biting cold wind that was lashing his face with vigor as if he had personally offended it.
Shula, for her part, stood like a statue, unbothered by the wind, cold, or even the height.
As Ali Baba took a quick look around, he found they were in a sea of white, literally. Wherever he looked, there was nothing but layer upon layer of white sand.
" We're there," Shula announced as the rug began its soft descent.
Ali Baba was more than happy to hop off it before it even reached the ground, only for his feet to sag into the white sand, reaching almost to his knees.
No, it wasn't sand.
Something wasn't right about it.
