Scene 1 – The Sun Sets on an Ancient Hell
The desert lay silent, save for the whispers of the wind as it brushed across the sands, carrying the scent of dust and ash. Investigator Mohamed and journalist Suzanne emerged from the gates of the colossal palace, having spent an entire year within its walls—trapped in a world of terror, obsession, and relentless pursuit. The air escaping from inside was heavier than words could capture, as if it carried lost souls clinging to them until the very last moment.
The sun was about to devour the horizon, painting the sands a dark, bloody red, like spilled blood across the face of the earth. They paused, taking in the majestic scene, raising their hands to shield their eyes from the blazing disc, gazing silently at it as if bidding farewell to an ent
