human
I think, the Master gasped,
gpt
He squinted at the crimson and purple banderoles of cloud through which, like the eye of a fevered Cyclops, the sun was already glowering. Already the range of obsidian hills ahead of them, the drifted sands all fretted with wind-waves, the whole iron plain of the desert was quivering with heat.
human
Every hour counts, now. Before we start, let us agree to certain things.