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    A massive Viking- style warship, but instead of being made from wood, it is entirely grown from ancient, gnarled cactus stems. Its sails are wide, translucent prickly pear pads, catching the desert wind like ghostly green wings. The prow is carved into the shape of a snarling coyote skull, its hollow eyes glowing with golden sap. The ship sails across an endless ocean of rippling sand, kicked up by a phantom wind that carries the scent of desert blossoms. Cactus warriors with thorny armor and spiky axes stand at the ready, their helmets adorned with blooming flowers, watching the dunes for signs of approaching enemies—perhaps monstrous scorpions the size of buildings or an army of skeletal tumbleweeds rolling towards battle. Overhead, a flock of massive vulture- like succulents circles, their spiny wings casting long, jagged shadows over the golden waves of sand

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