Here, from time to time, the red dunes speak.A deep inner roar rises from the sand, as if something ancient is turning in its sleep.

They act like mermaids.They seduce with perfection. Their red color, their skin polished by the wind, makes them so elegant that it invites only admiration and harmony, until you discover the sanctuaries where life has been trapped.

At Deadvlei, the water has stopped, the basins circled by the red mermaids.Under the heat, Deadvlei is born: a white pan, blackened trees, and red walls of sand.

The dunes tighten their ring. The water evaporates completely, leaving only its ashes: salt.The trees became a ghost forest and time stopped, forever.

The trunks did not rot.

They petrified.