Hippogriff

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Perpetual night with a light steady breeze
Stars sparkle the dark sky, barely illuminating the sand
A new moon just a shade brighter than the atmosphere
The sandy hills lay undisturbed

The breeze pushes the sand the ever so slightly across each other, making light ripple patterns

Sitting on one hill is a cold, silver and black cube that was constructed out of steel
Roaming around the cube is a Hippogriff who's color blends in with the cube

The creature brushes itself against the cube until the sides unlatch and fall to the sand
The top of the cube is being held by four solid black steel poles
at each corner

This provides the hippogriff cover if by a small sliver of chance it rains.
The hippogriff chirps in delight
The creature makes the cube its home and loves it with all of its heart

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