And here she was, thinking a walk in the Sahara Desert would be fun, adventurous, and aesthetic.
Elham panted with the effort it took to simply move her legs forward through the hot sinking sand. The sun; merciless and bright, beat down on them, draining the remaining energy and water left in them after the jarring event that was jumping out of a flying plane. It seemed like there was no end to the t*****e of the heat. It was an unforgiving cycle; the sun heating up the grainy sand, the sand heating up the atmosphere. Any moment now, she’d pass out; Elham thought to herself.
Ajax crumpled to his feet and lay flat on the hot sand of the desert. From here, moving an inch further wouldn’t even be possible. “I can’t...” He paused, breathing harshly. “I can’t go any further.”
The sweat stain
