Weeping eyes, burning land.
1246 Words
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A distant voice...
A voice, faint and distant, as if echoing from within me—or perhaps from somewhere far beyond. Words blurred like the whispers of the wind between the rocks, vanishing before I could grasp their meaning.
A heavy pressure weighed on my body, trapping me between sleep and wakefulness, between existence and nothingness. I opened my eyes.
The scorching sun struck my face mercilessly, forcing me to shut them again. The air was dry, thick with the scent of sand, and my mouth tasted of salt. Where am I?
No ceiling above me. No walls. No bed. Just an endless stretch of sand and rocks.
I tried to sit up, but my head exploded in pain, as if someone had ripped out my memories and left a gaping void in their place.
I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching my head, searching for any clue, any fragment of memory that could tell me how I got here.
Then—a fleeting image flashed in my mind.
A scream, raw and piercing, slicing through the silence. A girl's eyes widening in terror. Her voice calling my name before being swallowed by the void.
I gasped, my breath hitching as confusion gripped me.
"Who is she? And why is she the only thing I remember?"
A heavy weight settled in my chest, as if my own mind was hiding something crucial from me.
But at least I knew one thing—my name... is Nadim.
I exhaled shakily, trying to steady my heartbeat. But before I could gather my thoughts, another sound broke through the eerie silence.
I turned sharply, but my vision blurred...
A dense fog surrounded the area, as if the air itself wasn't just dust, but a thick veil separating me from the truth.
I narrowed my eyes, straining to see through the mist—until finally, I saw her.
A girl.
Standing there, her feet sinking into the sand, her long black hair flowing with the wind. The fog obscured her features, but she remained still, like an apparition, her gaze locked onto me.
Her silver eyes were cold—lifeless. Not afraid, not curious. Just... empty. As if she had lost interest in everything, even in existing itself.
A chill ran down my spine, the air around me suddenly feeling heavier. I licked my dry lips before speaking at last:
"Who are you?"
My voice came out hoarse, as if I hadn't spoken in ages.
She didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't react.
Then, amidst the silence, whispers slithered into my ears. Faint, interwoven with the desert breeze, as if they carried secrets older than time itself.
At first, they were mere scattered sounds, barely distinguishable. But then, they grew clearer...
A faint laugh. Rapid breathing. Stifled sobs.
A low murmur, words blurred but laced with meaning.
My eyes widened as the sounds multiplied, twisting together into a chaotic symphony of emotions—
A woman weeping bitterly.
Someone screaming my name.
A child laughing—only for the laughter to fade, as if vanishing into the void.
Then came the voice that made my heart lurch.
"Nadim..."
Not just a whisper. A clear call.
A voice so familiar, yet utterly foreign, echoing inside my head—not from the world around me, but from within my very being.
I clutched my head tightly, trying to drown out the noise, but it burrowed deeper into my mind, like something trying to implant itself inside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, breath shallow and labored.
Then—silence.
As if someone had pressed a button, muting the world in an instant.
I hesitantly opened my eyes, searching for the girl.
But she was gone.
Only the silent sands and the mist remained.
My pupils dilated in shock, my breath quickening.
I couldn't understand what had just happened. Was it real? Or just an illusion?
I forced myself to regain control, whispering a quiet prayer in my heart before taking a deep breath to steady myself.
I brushed the sand off my clothes and finally took in my surroundings.
The desert stretched around me, still and lifeless—except for the relentless, howling wind.
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I decided to keep moving. I wouldn't let this moment paralyze me.
Leaving my thoughts behind, I trudged forward, my feet sinking into the heavy sands.
Then, something in the distance caught my attention.
Nazca Lines.
I recognized them immediately. I had read about them in ancient texts—they had always fascinated me.
These massive geoglyphs stretched across the land in intricate patterns, only visible from high above.
As I approached, their sheer size became clearer—some lines were perfectly straight, others curved with precision, forming animals, birds, and symbols.
Each shape carried a meaning, yet no one had truly deciphered their purpose.
Historians claimed they had vanished for centuries, unable to be fully understood.
So why were they appearing now?
Frustration gnawed at me. I clutched my head in helpless confusion, whispering, "Help me, God..."
I sighed, forcing myself to refocus on the lines before me.
Their accuracy was astonishing—even from afar, I could see how each line was meticulously placed, never overlapping.
With every step forward, new shapes emerged, intertwining in mesmerizing complexity.
My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I saw it.
A car.
Approaching without a sound.
Its metallic frame gleamed under the sun, unlike any material I had seen before.
But the strangest part—its wheels were unlike any conventional design.
They shifted, adapting fluidly to the desert terrain.
As it neared a dip in the sand, the wheels expanded and contracted, adjusting their form to maintain balance.
Almost as if it was floating above the ground.
The windows weren’t made of glass—instead, they were spinning, transparent discs, like silent turbines.
No sound. No exhaust. No heat.
The car moved as if encased in an invisible bubble, gliding effortlessly without leaving a trace.
I stood frozen, watching as it came to a halt before me.
The door slid open—not with a mechanical creak, but with seamless fluidity.
From inside, a figure emerged.
A tall young man with a lean, athletic build.
His skin was pale, his brown hair slightly tousled.
His outfit—a sleek gray material I had never seen before.
"This place must be highly advanced..."
I took a closer look at his face.
Sharp eyes, an olive undertone to his skin, a small mole beneath one eye, and a defined jawline.
His features bore a striking resemblance to mine.
I had dark hair and amber eyes—but otherwise, we weren’t so different.
I muttered under my breath, "Who are you?"
But he didn’t answer.
Instead, he took two steps forward, stopping just in front of me.
His gaze studied me intently, before his lips curved into a smug, knowing smirk.
That smirk unsettled me.
Then, he finally spoke—in a voice that was calm, yet unwavering.
"Nadim."
My eyes widened in shock.
How... how does he know my name?!
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🤯 Who is this guy? Is his encounter with Nadim a coincidence... or something more?
😳 And what about the girl—who is she, and what is her connection to Nadim?!
🌀 The Nazca Lines—do they hold the answers to everything happening?
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🌙 Don't forget to pray for Palestine before Iftar. Ramadan Kareem! 🤎🌻
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