The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and a nauseating stench hung heavy in the sweltering air.,His head ached faintly, bits and pieces of memory flickering like faulty light bulbs in his mind.,After all, this man in a suit isn't stupid. From the ground sand and vegetation, he can tell that this is definitely not a studio. Even if he doesn't believe in anything about another space, he doesn't think he could walk out of this endless desolate desert alone without any equipment or supplies.。