Dune's Embrace

The dunes are alive and they chose her as their favorite plaything. She lies there soaking

up the sun when the sand begins to move with intention, not wind, but something more

curious. Golden tendrils rise like fingers from another world, tracing her ribs

with impossible gentleness. Her laughter erupts uncontrollably, a sound so pure

it rivals the waves crashing nearby. For a moment she tries to catch her breath,

coughing through the surprise, but the dunes refuse to stop their affectionate assault.

They swirl around her like a lover who knows exactly where she's most vulnerable,

tickling and teasing until she surrenders completely to the joy. The sand doesn't