Taxchan Choth steps through the painting into a barren urban landscape. The dirty, brown mutt increases the volume and rapidity of its barking as it dashes to and fro. A scintillating array of prismatic colors bursts from the sky, from which emerges the Goddess of the Floating Nile, for once without her ever-present guards. The streets are abandoned; no signs of life save yourselves and the mutt. The air is heavy. It's cool, but not cold, breezy and moving quickly toward dusk. After a few moments, you notice a fine, red dust being exhaled as you breathe. This seems to affect the queen more than the giant iguanadon, causing an itching in her throat and an occasional cough. The dog dashes spasticly, barking in a loud, carrying pitch the entire time.
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