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ff2,Withered wild grasses emerge from cracked soil, their leaves wrapped in grayish radioactive dust, shivering under the leaden sky. On distant dunes, several skeletal remains are half-buried in the sand, their clothing long eroded. A wrecked aircraft lies diagonally embedded in the ground, its broken wings covered with dark green crystals — strange substances bred by nuclear radiation. The air is filled with a pungent metallic odor