fine art landscape painting

The sandstorm obscured everything—sight, breath, thought, motion. The roar of italone was disorienting, sounding like it came from everywhere at once, as if theuniverse were composed of noise, and this was its chaotic center. The seven heroes walked step by step through the murky gale, holding on to oneanother so as not to get lost. Artoo was first, following the signal of the homingdevice, which sang to him in a language not garbled by the wind. Threepio camenext, then Leia guiding Han, and finally Luke and Lando, supporting the hobblingWookiee. Artoo beeped loudly, and they all looked up: vague, dark shapes could be seenthrough the typhoon. "I don't know," shouted Han. "All I can see is a lot of blowing sand." "That's all any of us can see," Leia shouted back. "Then I guess I'm getting better."