The sands continued to stretch endlessly, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, which bathed everything in a surreal silver hue. Ashen and Pyro moved in silence now, occasionally glancing at the stars above or the jagged rock formations surrounding them. The wind had died down, leaving an eerie stillness in the air, as if the land itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
Ashen broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. "It's strange how quiet it is here. Almost like the desert is hiding something. Every step feels like we're walking deeper into an ancient secret."
Pyro nodded in agreement, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. But not by anything hostile. It's like... the land itself is aware of us."
Ashen chuckled softly. "Maybe it is. After all, places like this tend to have a mind of their own."
