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The day had started with promise… pale light spilling over the desert floor, the scent of dust and stone riding the wind.
But the miles stretched longer than you expected, and the sun became an unblinking eye overhead.
Your lips cracked. Your shadow shrank to nothing. Even the ravens seemed to have vanished.
 
By mid-afternoon, the heat was a weight pressing from all sides.
Each step stirred the sharp perfume of sage underfoot… that wild, green bite that cut through the dry air, waking something primal in you.
You thought about turning back, but there was no “back” anymore… only forward.
 
As you climbed the low ridge, the sky seemed to widen, spilling open toward you. The horizon swelled, bending the edges of the world until the moon itself looked warped — stretched and strange, hanging low like it had been pulled closer just for you.
 
That’s when the air shimmered ahead.
A figure stood there, half-hidden in the sagebrush, framed by the molten horizon.
The bleached skull of a long-dead steer rested where a face should be, its empty sockets drinking in the fading light.
He did not move, yet his presence filled the space between your breaths.
 
They call them Skinwalkers.
Some say they’re omens. Some say they’re guardians.
In that moment, he was both.
The world around you softened… edges blurring, colors deepening. You felt the earth beneath your boots as if it were alive, breathing, aware of your weight.
 
The wind shifted, carrying the sage’s resinous whisper, and with it came the knowing… that you had stepped into a place older than maps, older than memory.
And somewhere, far beyond sight, the desert watched… and approved.

DESERT SAGE

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    • Soybean Oil
    • Coconut Oil
    • Canola Oil
    • Sunflower Oil
    • Organic Shea Butter
    • Water
    • Fragrance
    • FD&C Color
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