The desert always seemed endless at night.

Not empty—never empty—but quiet in a way that made every small sound feel important. The wind softened into a hush, the dunes cooled beneath the moonlight, and the sky stretched wide and mercilessly clear, scattered with stars that looked close enough to touch.

Gaara stood at the edge of the oasis, still as a statue.

The water reflected the sky in fractured ripples, disturbed only by the faintest breeze. Around it, clusters of desert flowers had bloomed—small, stubborn things that defied the harshness of the land. Pale petals glowed faintly under the moon, their scent light but persistent.

He hadn’t meant to come here.

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Another gaara, cus he's so pookie. I hope you have a good day/night