Sands of Silence
The door stands alone in a desert of black sand, and sound doesn’t carry quite the way it should. Sweeping dunes continue as far as the eye can see. The sky is a perpetual sunset, and time doesn’t appear to move.
Human (you think) bodies litter the ground, lying still. They are all bound and gagged with rope. You get the sense you could arrange them, or do something in this area, but you aren’t sure what.
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