Triumph was a fleeting sensation as Johan, Ken, and Danny delved deeper into the vast expanse of the fourth floor. The desert landscape, though seemingly unending in its golden embrace, felt more like a silent prison. Each step taken by the trio echoed softly, the sound soon swallowed by the oppressive stillness that dominated the horizon. The occasional sound, a slither or a distant hiss, only amplified the discomfort, each foreign noise stark against the profound silence.
Johan couldn't shake off a nagging feeling. 'It's too quiet,' he thought, 'As if the desert itself is holding its breath.'
Danny looked around, voicing the unease they all felt. "I've been to many places, but this silence... it's unsettling."
Ken nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, "It's as if we're being watched. Or awaited."
