"Hello? Is anyone here?" Called Zoya as she stood on the muddy pathway among partially build houses. Most of them were missing roofs and a side wall or two, some had half roofs, some had half wall but none of them were built for average living conditions. Place looked older than old and was ready to fall off any moment but somehow hanging on the edges. Some objects that caught Zoya's eyes seemed untouched for years indicated by the thick coat of sand covering them.
The sky above was bright as day but there was no sign of sun anywhere in sight which made her wonder about the proportion of existence of this very reality. Maybe it was all just magically induced illusion, she thought.
In hope for finding some answers, she stepped forward but was obstructed and, fell face first on the ground.
After rubbing her tongue off the taste of dry mud, she noticed what resulted in the fall and, there sat a huge bag which she recognised as her own.
