On horse back he gallops across the plain. Under the clear night sky the rider can be seen in the lunar glow, racing towards his destination. The horse kicks up dust as it traverses the plain, as the rider speeds off, fading away into the landscape.
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He’s carrying something. He’s carrying it as he dashes over the ground on his trusty stead. Galloping over the plain he’s heading for the hills. His cargo is required in the high lands. Riding under the cover of darkness he senses danger and urges the horse onward. The horse responds, propelling the horse man onwards. He and his horse fade into the dust, vanishing into the landscape. He has reached the foothills.
I prefer the second one and would like to make it into something bigger, but feedback is welcomed.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 