CECOT: WHERE HOPE GOES TO DIE

Cecot. A desolate wasteland. Once, there were whispers of life here, visions of a brighter tomorrow. But now, only silence whispers secrets of futility. A pale disc in the sky beats down upon the cracked earth, offering no solace. The air is thick with dust and the stench of decay. Here, time moves slowly, each moment a reminder of the inevitable