You dream.

[robinbloke]

The clouds fan out above you like a giant cotten blanket, wisps and curls of vapour erupting here and there, geysers of mist that swirl in ever decreasing circles until they fade into nothingness.
The sand at your feet is warm between your toes, the rolling dunes like waves of the sea, endlessly repeated off into the distance. The patterns on the dunes look almost like fingerprints, each dune is unique as a hand until the wind whips the sand up to blow it away and shift it into another shape.
A glowing ball of malevent red squats on the horizon, shimmering edges of fire burning into oranges and yellows; the whole skyline a rolling, shifting blur of melting and twisting colours.
Nearby the sandblasted rocks stand, like some Dali-esk sculpture of impossibility and fantasy. Their shapes and outlines hinting at hidden faces, animals and eyes.
The wind blows on, biting grains of sand pepper your skin as you stand there, your eyes watering from the heat and dust. There is no sign of anything save for the rocks and the sand, the desert seemingly endless in all directions.

Comments

[whotheheckami.livejournal.com]

Did you see any Martians? It sounds like you've been dreaming yourself to somewhere in the Valles Marineris, did it look anything like this?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Wow, lovely render there. I used to do landscaping rendering on my PC (back when it took eons) may have to do some more again.

It wasn't actually a dream, just something I wanted to describe.

The inspiration was more the Dune spice opera music than anything ;)

[whotheheckami.livejournal.com]

I thought I caught a glimpse of Arrakis as well