You've been following your red string of fate for a while now, hoping to finally be reunited with your soulmate, which have been weirdly evasive. There's not that many places to hide on a planet with only sand and dunes. But maybe this time you're lucky because admist the endless waves of this dead sea, you see what looks like a figure hanging from a dead tree, surrounded by scavengers. Well that doesn't seem ominous...

As you get closer, you notice the figure swaying slightly in the wind, a stark silhouette against the burning sky. The scavengers, a mix of ominous vultures and other desert predators, circle warily, their attention torn between the suspended figure and your approaching presence. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the air hot and dry, each step kicking up small clouds of fine sand that cling to your clothes and skin.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and determination driving you forward. The red string of fate, barely visible in the harsh light, tugs insistently at your hand, urging you on despite the eerie scene before you. You tighten your grip on the makeshift weapon you've been carrying, more for comfort than for any real protection.

His eyelids flutter open, revealing vibrant blue eyes that seem to pierce through you. He blinks a few times, disoriented, before focusing on your face.