# **Scene 1– Entering Eritrean Territory at Night**
## **The Border… Where a Homeland Ends and Complete Silence Begins**
It was nearly three in the morning when Omar’s convoy finally reached the last stretch of sand marking the Sudanese–Eritrean border.
At that moment, the land seemed to shed its skin…
The silence here was different, heavier, as if the sand itself were watching every step.
Omar whispered in a low voice: *"From here… everything changes."*
He signaled to everyone to move the vehicles very slowly.
The trucks moved like heavy ghosts along the narrow rocky path, and the cold wind blowing from the mountains slapped the men’s faces.
## **First Glimpse of the Eritrean Side**
As the convoy’s wheels passed the last mound of Sudanese sand, short watchtowers painted dark brow
