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6 months ago

First-person POV, I lie on the ground, only my lower body visible in the frame, looking up from the floor of the tent. My sword lies just a short distance from my hand, resting on the ground beside me, its tip barely touching the earth. I am wearing the same attire as before: a deep crimson silk robe with golden Persian embroidery, a dark wool tunic underneath, and a thick black sash wrapped around my waist. The entrance of the tent is visible, and outside, four soldiers dressed in historical Arab warrior attire, with black cloth draped over them, are moving away from the tent. Their backs are turned, and they walk further into the darkness, leaving me behind. Each soldier holds a sword and a dagger in hand. The atmosphere inside the tent is thick with tension, and the night outside feels endless. The heavy silence is only broken by the faint sound of their retreating footsteps.

6 months ago

First-person POV, I lie on the ground, only my lower body visible in the frame, looking up from the floor of the tent. My sword lies just a short distance from my hand, resting on the ground beside me, its tip barely touching the earth. I am wearing the same attire as before: a deep crimson silk robe with golden Persian embroidery, a dark wool tunic underneath, and a thick black sash wrapped around my waist. The entrance of the tent is visible, and outside, four soldiers dressed in historical Arab warrior attire, with black cloth draped over them, are moving away from the tent. Their backs are turned, and they walk further into the darkness, leaving me behind. The atmosphere inside the tent is thick with tension, and the night outside feels endless. The heavy silence is only broken by the faint sound of their retreating footsteps.

6 months ago

First-person POV, I lie on the ground, only my lower body visible in the frame, looking up from the floor of the tent. The dim light barely cuts through the darkness. My sword rests beside me, its tip touching the earth beneath. I am wearing the same attire as before: a deep crimson silk robe with golden Persian embroidery, a dark wool tunic underneath, and a thick black sash wrapped around my waist. The entrance of the tent is visible, but the surrounding darkness creates a heavy, ominous atmosphere. The night outside feels endless, and the space around me is thick with tension.

6 months ago

First-person POV, I lie on the ground, only my lower body visible in the frame, looking up from the floor of the tent. The dim light barely cuts through the darkness. My sword rests beside me, its tip touching the earth beneath. I am wearing the same attire as before: a deep crimson silk robe with golden Persian embroidery, a dark wool tunic underneath, and a thick black sash wrapped around my waist. The entrance of the tent is visible, but the surrounding darkness creates a heavy, ominous atmosphere. The night outside feels endless, and the space around me is thick with tension.

6 months ago

First-person POV, I lie on the ground, looking up from the floor of the tent. The dim light barely breaks through the darkness. My sword rests beside me, its tip touching the earth beneath. I am wearing the same attire as before: a deep crimson silk robe with golden Persian embroidery, a dark wool tunic underneath, and a thick black sash wrapped around my waist. The entrance of the tent is visible, but the darkness outside gives the space an ominous feeling. The atmosphere feels heavy, and the night seems to stretch on forever.