VALDIS: CHAPTER 52

They finally reached the edge of the tunnel, their mouths dry with thirst and lips cracked from dehydration.

The darkness behind them had been suffocating, but the scorching light ahead seemed no kinder.

The desert stretched endlessly, a vast, unforgiving wasteland painted in shades of gold and bronze.

The sun hung like a merciless sentinel in the sky, its rays a fiery brand that scorched the earth below.

The air shimmered with heat, bending the horizon into mirages that danced temptingly before the eyes.

It was a place devoid of mercy, where the very environment conspired against life.

The sand itself was a living entity, shifting and swirling with the desert winds.

It moved in ripples, mimicking the waves of a restless sea, only to settle momentarily before another gust disturbed it.

The grains were fine, powdery, and insidious, finding their way into every crevice, every fold of clothing, and every pore of exposed skin.