| | This game assumes a common level of education.
My desert is an antarctic plain. There is no sand, but snow. The green sun hangs low on the horizon.
It is an open latice cube, about 2 meters on an edge. It is made of plastic. The edges are blue green and the connections are orange. The edges are hard plastic. The connectors are soft. The cube stands on the ground, poised on a single corner. It is rotating clockwise, slowly about once a minute.
Intelligent
Active
Creative
Evidence
Intriguing
Next to the cube is a metal ladder, an alumimum household ladder, large, about 2 meters high about two meters away, to the left of me and to the left of the cube as I look at the cube. The ladder is folded up and laying on the ground. It has 10 rungs.
Behind the ladder is a horse. Like me, the horse is wearing insulating layers of artificial, high-tech fabric. Like a Derby color scheme, the horse is wearing black and green triangles, separated with gold lines. The horse paws the ground... once... twice....
On the horizon about 60 kilometers out, I can see a storm brewing, a long, ugly, gray white cloud, roiling on the ground, rising and approaching, at about 60 kilometers per hour, like a hurricane. I know that the horse and I must find shelter. It cannot come back with me in my snow mobile.
In the center of the cube, close to the ground, I see the petals of flowers, odd, and soft white, like edelweiss, perhaps. There are only a few, three. Small and white, nearly hidden on the ground.
I cannot imagine how they survived. Perhaps the cube emits a field of protecting energy that can harbor the horse and me.
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