The hot sand was burning her feet.

Sweat trickled down her forehead. She clutched her unconscious sister with a tight grip on her shoulder and trudged on.
Hay could almost see their wheat fields and paddies, yellow and to be harvested.
Life there , had been so different; sowing and harvesting crops...

This desert which she was treading on, was like a cage. No boundaries, no walls, but no one could get out. The same scenery repeated itself, thrown into folds by gullies and dunes, like an eternal maze; only to mention that not every maze had an easy way out.

She was tired, her mouth tasted dry..