"Wonderful, isn't it?" Tristan murmured.

I turned to look at him, awed. "Otherworldly." He smiled, staring at the white enchanted desert. "It's like the outside world doesn't exist." I sighed, wishing this feeling could last forever. "What's the name of this place?"

"White Sands," he said. "We're in the Tularosa Basin, which is actually larger than Delaware and a couple of Rhode Islands."

"Wow," I uttered and bent down to touch the sand. "Why is it like this?" I watched ...