They called it the 'mound of dead'. In other words, Mohenjo-Daro! But beneath those layers of ruin, once flourished a town pulsating with life. There lived Koli with her enigmatic charm, Sindhu with an eyeful of dreams, Girad with his raging passion, the decrepit priest prophesying the doom, and many others. They loved, hated and chased their fixations in manic rage. A series of mysterious deaths ensued from such frenetic hunt for lust, riches and glory. Yet, the inexorable game of destruction did not cease to play, until... they ventured Far Beyond the Dead End... only to be discovered under a heap of rubble four thousand years later.