Day one of appearing nowhere in an accursed desert...
How deplorable.
Kairos thought, dragging his bare feet forward through the endless expanse of golden torment. The sun loomed above like an unrelenting deity, pouring down blistering waves of heat that made each step feel like a trial forged in fire.
His body, exposed and vulnerable, baked under the scorching sky. Naked and abandoned, he trudged forward—his only companions being the slicing wind and the searing embrace of sun-heated sand. The storm never ceased; harsh gusts howled, lifting sheets of burning dust into the air, lashing against his skin like razors. The wind felt alive, as though the desert itself wished to peel the very flesh from his bones.
Through his clairvoyant eyes—an uncanny gift that let him see beyond normal perception—he searched, but found nothing. Only more of the same: swirling dunes, scorching winds, and a silence that wasn't quiet, but deafening in its own sinister way.
