The desert had long since devoured the roads, the cities, and the promise of tomorrow. You’d been staggering across these dunes for days—thirst clawing at your throat, the sun hammering down like a blacksmith’s mallet. Each breath tasted of sand and defeat.

And then you saw her.

Amid the endless waves of burning gold, she lay draped across the dunes like an oasis come alive—a vision in a black bikini, skin glistening as if kissed by a hidden spring, eyes that seemed to beckon you closer with a promise of forgotten pleasures. Behind her, the ruins of a lost civilization crumbled into the horizon, ghosts of a world that once teemed with life.

Your cracked lips whispered her name, though you didn’t know it. Every step toward her sank your boots deeper into the scorching sand, but your mind refused to accept the truth your eyes already knew—she was only a mirage.

A trick of the sun. A memory of beauty in a world turned to dust.

And yet… you kept walking. Because in this wasteland, sometimes a lie is the only thing left worth chasing.