In the quiet hours of dusk, beneath the looming presence of Elephant Rock in AlUla, a group of visitors walked forward, their figures softened by motion, dust, and light. The land is older than memory, yet each footstep seemed to echo with a strange familiarity.

The scene unfolded like a dream: time slowed, edges dissolved, and all that remained was the flow of people and stone, both shaped by forces far greater than themselves.