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Out in the Mojave desert, off a beaten road, is a tall maze of colorful, sunbleached tubes caked in sand.
A few parts here and there, but nothing that threatens its structure.
Its many entrances and exits are impossibly dark inside.
It's unclear why it's in the middle of nowhere. Possibly an installation…
Maybe a lost remnant of a closed park…
There's an uneasy feeling one gets if they stand by the looming structure.
The possibility of lost souls within.
The faint sounds of imagined laughter under the wind.
There's a feeling one could get lost, just crawling inside.
A trap to the unknown.
It's just a playground...