Extra: Desert Rose, a Poem: Merciless sands, scorching sun, won't you spare this old mom? My only family now gone. I am now in this desert, singing a sad song I lie down to rest, to meet my family. I see them, coming closer, now I no longer need the desert's mercy.. The desert's death turned into a Desert Rose, traversing the deadly dunes. O wandering traveler, do not fear, for a creature will appear. It will guide you to your destination, and hasten your step. So please do not fret, and do not cry...
