Mexico border.
Adjacent to the Beautiful Country, the terrain here featured sparse vegetation with the earth showing hues of yellow and brown, gullies and woodlands resembling the wrinkles of an elderly man.
A gust of wind blew, lifting dust and sand into the sky.
Amidst the swirling dust, a building encompassing over a dozen acres stood resilient against the sandy storm.
This was a border checkpoint of the Beautiful Country, surrounded by a multitude of ragged individuals who roamed aimlessly like soulless husks, utterly devoid of vitality.
Due to the border wall and wire fencing, a significant number of illegal immigrants lingered here every day.
These illegal immigrants hoped to infiltrate the Beautiful Country by any means, to breathe in the air of freedom and sweetness.
Unfortunately, the border wall cut off their passage, and now they could only wander on the Mexican side, constantly devising ways to sneak across.
