[Two Weeks Later]
Two weeks had passed since Matt found himself stranded in the vast expanse of the desert, where the relentless winds whipped sand into a frenzy, as if mocking his desperate attempts to find a way out.
The landscape stretched endlessly before him, a monotonous sea of sand that seemed to swallow everything in its path. The scent of despair hung heavy in the air, carried by the mournful breeze that whispered of a fate sealed by the merciless desert.
Despite the harsh conditions and the toll it had taken on him, Matt soldiered on, his determination unbroken even as his body grew weak and frail. His eyes, now ringed with dark circles, scanned the horizon with a piercing gaze, searching for any sign of salvation. His features were drawn and gaunt, the result of days spent without food or water. Yet, his will remained unyielding, a testament to his unbreakable spirit.
