by omarabdu779
"On a night where the silence of the desert stifled their very breath, Attiya and his cousins were chasing the mirage of wealth beneath the sands of Marib. The excavators did not know that the earth does not reveal its secrets for free, and what they unearthed was no mere treasure—it was something 'deliberate,' a lurking force waiting for someone to break its seal. With a single touch, the features of modern life vanished. Attiya found himself in a time where the sun shows no mercy to strangers, trapped in a body inhabited by 'something' else. The echoes of his cousins' laughter faded, replaced by an ancient whisper crawling from the walls of towering temples... a whisper calling him by a name that was not his own, demanding a debt written in his blood thousands of years ago. As his modern memories eroded under a sinister weight, Attiya stood alone against the grandeur and the darkness of Sheba. Where did his companions go? And what is the power that now speaks through his own throat? In this land, the truth is buried deeper than gold, and the price of returning home is paid with one’s soul. Attiya is no longer searching for gold; he is searching for himself—a self that began its journey in the era of kings."
