Heat.

Buildings bake, their surfaces shimmering with heat haze, concrete bones bleached white under the relentless glare. Shadows cower, shrinking into narrow crevices, seeking refuge from the oppressive light. The air crackles with a dry, oppressive heat, each breath a struggle against the suffocating warmth. Dust devils dance in the deserted streets, swirling vortices of despair. Windows stare blankly, like the eyes of the dead, reflecting the city’s desolate landscape. A lone figure trudges through the inferno, their shadow stretching long and distorted, a testament to the sun’s cruel dominion. The city bakes, a furnace of forgotten dreams, its inhabitants ghosts in the blinding light.