The looped desert.

As he looked up at the ceiling and reminisced about the events of the day, he couldn't help but smile.

He always had an idea of what Jemina wanted, but for a reason he couldn't think of, he always felt hesitant. And once he lingered on the feeling, it just disappears like it was never there.

But since Abe's mind and body have always been weird, he didn't even bother thinking about it, just like he stopped thinking about the nightmare.

He sighed as he set his phone down on the nightstand.

“It wasn't that bad." Abe muttered before closing his eyes to sleep.

Tonight, he had the air conditioner on.

It was going to be a peaceful night, or so he thought.

*****

In the desolate expanse of a desert, shadows clung to the shifting dunes like malevolent specters.

A lone figure, tormented by thirst and weakened by ceaseless hunger, wandered aimlessly through the ever-shifting sands.