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It was night in the Wilt'no Desert. A full moon hung high in the sky, its pale light washing the color from the sea of sand. Not that there was any color to wash out. Not anymore.
Chayah sped through the desert, hands tight around the handlebars of her motorcycle. The gloves of her armor absorbed most of the vibration, but there was enough to make her palms tingle. Her backside wasn't doing much better on that front. Her mind wasn't on her physical discomfort, however. She was too busy thinking of a night years ago, before she had turned into the kind of girl who wore armor, or rode a motorbike, or medicated before she could go to sleep.
Periodically, she would check the device that she had secured to her wrist. In theory, it was supposed to lead her to the 'color spot' in this desert, but it felt like it had been leading her in circles for hours. Finally, she shut the bike off, climbed from her seat, and stretched. The dot currently didn't look like it was too far away - perhaps it would stop dancing all over the GPS if she attempted to track it down on foot.