Desert is all a game, it seems. A game of light, texture and colors. The French photographer Manu Fauque took his muse Samara to the Joshua Tree Desert, a warm orchestra of silence and wind, an empty theater stage where only dreamers are left to dance. A pink flower in the sand. A singular metaphor of hope and beauty. Desert is all a game it seems. No rules, no winners, just a game of players. He took us to breathe in loneliness, where imagination is all scents, colors and the burning sense of freedom.