This ship would've been lost forever if it wasn't for you.
It's the only spot of color in this infinite desert. A gigantic airship covered over the top and back by what was once a massive balloon, it's lying at an angle against one of the sand dunes, threatening to fall onto the ground at any moment. Behind the shattered glass, rusted metal, battered floors, and torn canvas, you get the sense that it used to be a top-of-the-line vessel. If the oversized beds, tarnished silver utensils in the restaurants, and the brass bolts holding the frame together are any indicator, it served the wealthy and well-to-do.
But something happened - they're all gone. There isn't another soul on this ship beyond you. Yet there's no bodies on the ship, no signs of a struggle that haven't vanished with age or time. Time isn't your friend; intact as the ship might be, you have no idea how long ago it was abandoned, or how much longer it's going to last. Those clouds in the distance don't reassure you either.
Despite your fears and questions and concerns, you have one thought at the front of your mind.
You need to get out of here.
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1. Third-person perspective (preferred)
2. Past tense (preferred)
3. I'm pretty open to violence or romance, but ask if me you think anything will be too explicit.
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