EXT. DUNE SEA, RIDGE - DUSK
Two moons over a sea of dunes. The grass hisses in the wind. SAHRA (20s), veiled, watches the valley below.
A caravan of lanterns snakes toward a city of black monoliths. Every stone glows with the same cyan script.
SAHRA
(under her breath)
They said it was a tomb.
The glow catches her eyes. The same cyan burns in them.
EXT. MONOLITH GATE - CONTINUOUS
A ring of glyphs the size of a house. The script shifts, sign by sign, as if it were reading her back.
The arch climbs into the sky, past both moons.
SAHRA (V.O.)
Tombs don't wake up.
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