271: First Tribulation Of Hell; Nightmare
In a bleak and dusty land, there was a sad place where mistreated slaves try to survive. They lived in tents made of worn-out fabric, barely protecting them from the harsh surroundings.
These tents, once meant for shelter, now look tired and torn. They were like faded symbols of the exhaustion and hardship that weigh heavily on the people inside. The ground they stood on was dry and dirty, a reflection of the tough lives endured by those who call this place home.
Inside these tents, the air felt heavy and stale. It was filled with the smell of hard work and sadness. People's few belongings were worn out, telling stories of lives that have faced too much struggle.
The faces of the people here showed the signs of endless hard labor. Their eyes, once bright with hope, now looked tired and empty. They moved around, but their bodies ached from the constant demands placed on them by those who controlled their lives.