I can think of no words more fitting for the intro of this travelogue than the words of that great master, written so many decades ago, and yet still so meaningful now, in a world that is stranger and more beautiful than ever before:

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

The desert held a desolated kind of beauty. The red sand shifted and danced in the wind, the wind that sighed with the echoes of a thousand epochs lived and lost to dust.

And yet even here, because of its desolation, humanity had staked its claim, transmuting the ruins of the desert into the dreams of another world.

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