


Location: a narrow wasteland trail under the pale, brightening morning sky, where the cool blue light of dawn is transitioning into a warmer, soft morning glow that touches the dusty ground and sparse, dry vegetation Position: Mya is collapsed on her knees on the dusty path, her small frame shaking violently as she sobs with her head bowed and her hands pressed against the ground; her face shows an overwhelmed expression with glassy unfocused eyes, knitted eyebrows, and trembling parted lips; a medium shot Clothing: Mya is wearing a dusty grey tank top, rugged dark brown cargo pants, worn leather combat boots, and a faded utility belt, her wavy light brown hair tied back in a practical ponytail





