Monologue Of Scorpions In The Mojague

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In the dry, parched region of the Mojave, the moon casts the fauna to a deep rest. All is silent until the crittering of scorpions and beetles arise. Their luminescent glows radiate against the effulgence of the celestial satellite. Nocturnal predators slurk out of their dens, ready to devour a next unsuspecting victim. Mountain lions and coyotes leap and pounce across the desert sand, turning anything in their path to a meal.