A barren desert at the edge of dusk, the sand glows faintly under the fading crimson light of the sun. A figure is buried in the sand up to their neck, their cracked lips and sunken eyes betraying a slow descent into desperation. Around them, dark, jagged shards of bone protrude from the dunes like grotesque monuments. The sand shifts subtly, as if alive, coiling and whispering like unseen specters. Overhead, a swarm of black vultures circles against the blood-red sky, their silhouettes casting long shadows over the eerie, desolate expanse. The scene exudes a sinister and morbid stillness, where hope has long been buried with the sands.