I sat on a high place and stared, but I never got tired of seeing it. The moonlit desert is like the ocean, the gently undulating sand dunes are the tides, the scattered shrubs are the dolphins jumping out of the water, the shimmering grains of sand are sparkling, and countless milky white gems are dotted from my feet all the way to the horizon, which is the galaxy reflected in the sea. Even the wind-eroded rotten wood beside me has become a boat carrying me adrift in this picture.

Desert white gemstones are the crystallization of salt and minerals. As for what exactly it is, I can't say for sure. But these gemstones seem to have a special sense of moonshine. Whenever the two moons rise on a cloudless night, the gems faintly emit a pale white fluorescence under the soothing of the moonlight. The gemstones are crystal clear, and they are all over the mountains, and they have the same artistic conception as the white droplets on the tips of the waves of the sea. It's just that they are relatively more calm and don't be as fleeting as the waves. Desert white gemstones are not set deep in the sand, in fact, you can gently lift it up so it can shine wherever you want. However, the crystals are so fragile that even a slight vibration will cause them to shatter completely, turning into particles identical to the sand, returning to their original form. This may be why the first pioneers called them Linde gemstones, which means reincarnation.

Two moons move around the dome. The golden round had just risen from the east, and the stars around it were slightly dimmed under the bright light. The white wheel had sunk into the sand dunes to the west, and its diffuse white light was too gentle compared to the other side. We call the golden moon "Figollo", elegant. The white moon is called "Rentana", which means pure.

Night after night, the sun Quinlandi sank to the west side of the world, and Lentana appeared on the other side of the sky. She will always be so gentle, she gives the watery light unreservedly, and the place where the light shines will be as white as her. The Holy Prostitutes of the West Side are always praising Lentana, and on every clear night, they will communicate with the tolerance of the white moon and enjoy the pleasure of being blessed by the moon. They celebrate Rentana's detachment and inaction with their oldest creations. If you're lucky enough to be sent to the West Side, be sure to stay for one night, whether you're part of it or not, and be sure to witness the purest scene in all the sights. Lentana means the origin of everything, a purity beyond matter, and she is a meaning that corresponds to life. Perhaps using "life" to express her can show that she deviates from the reality of life.

As soon as Lentana crossed the middle of the night sky, Figolo would also appear on the east side of the land. Figolo was like Rentana's twin sisters, their size and trajectory and the speed at which they traveled were exactly the same, except that Figolo's golden light was more passionate and brilliant than the white moon. She symbolizes the arrival of the second half of the night, and if the first half of the night is pure and quiet in the light of Rentana, then the second half belonging to Figolo is elegant and romantic. The golden moonlight will always completely obscure the white glow as soon as it appears. Maybe she's the one who really means the night. When the first golden moon splashed her light, all living beings stopped chirping and involuntarily filled their feet. However, even when everything is silent, the inner hymn of survival suddenly bursts out. They would fall asleep in admiration of their lives, and even the plague would stop clamouring and silently await the beginning of another day: the arrival of Quinrandi. At the end of the night, I returned to my lodgings and fell asleep exhausted as everything awoke.

But why do I say this? Who cares when I write with a sluggish pen on rough paper, my sights, our legends, our only meanings? Though we have agreed to conceal the fact that the earth is about to fall into the abyss, they must have sensed that we have not told them, and then they will squeeze all the information out of the mouths of some of us by the worst means. They knew about it, but why did they keep sending the pioneers, who still insisted on letting us use the most primitive methods of farming, the rudimentary equipment to explore the most dangerous environments, and then die within a few years. They have locked the fruits of humanity up to the present in a safe, leaving us to be ignorant and degenerate.

They don't need a new earth. They don't need us.

But what does that have to do with me? I only have a few months left to admire this desert that I've been looking at for more than eight years. I've watched the chase games of Quinrandi, Lentana and Figolo thousands of times, I've seen how many desert blues sprout at dawn and die in the evening, and I feel like I'm completely at one with the grains of sand, and the desert white gems will stay with me forever after I'm gone. I am their last watchman, just as they are mine. The two moons will reveal to us what the two sides of death look like for all the time thereafter.

Figolo also disappeared. It's the only time of day when there's only starlight, and that's when it's quiet. All I saw was the light of the stars and the reflection of the gemstones. I have made a pact with my companions that when I leave, the desert will be named after me. At that time, when travelers come to this desert, they will be amazed to say that this is the most beautiful place on the planet. They will learn that this desert is called the Night's Watch Desert.