The lush courtyard was deep shades of green in the light of the full moon. Everything was silent, not even the normal sounds of evening filled the air. Farah had always been used to a barrage of sound even when they grew hushed at night. There were always the sounds of wind chimes and the bustling of servants through the corridors.

Now there was only the silent whisper of the shifting, deadly sands.

Elsewhere in this palace turned death trap there were zombie creatures; once human servants changed into demons by the Sands of Time.

The night was as terrifying as it was beautiful.