Jasmine and the Sandstorm

After Aladdin vanished into legend, Agrabah grew rich — but restless.

The desert winds grew hotter, more violent, as if something ancient stirred beneath the dunes.

Jasmine ruled with grace, but dreams began to haunt her — whispers of sandstorms shaped like men, voices promising, “You’ll never cage the wind.”

One morning, a storm swallowed the city whole.

When the skies cleared, the palace stood alone in a sea of gold dust.

Jasmine walked through the ruins, the air thick with heat.

And there, sitting on the throne of sand, was a figure wearing her face — but older, eyes glowing like embers.

“You wanted freedom,” the double said. “So I freed you from everything.”

The winds rose again.

To this day, travelers claim to see a woman of gold and flame walking the dunes — her veil made of sand, her crown burning brighter than the sun.