(between Valizas and Cabo Polonio, Atlantic Coast, Uruguay) There, I almost saw the shadow of Grograman, the Many Colored Death, the guardian and the lord of Goab, the Desert of Colors.
He is said to "bring the desert with him", turning all life around him into sand, thus his nickname "The Many Colored Death"
... and I felt like being Bastian Balthazar Bux... but I burned all over my face and my arms and my legs, because I was not proteted by AURYN.
This was the closest thing to being in the Neverending Story I have ever lived...
...Considering that i read that book for the first time when I was 8 years old this was quite a day!
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