The moon hung low in the sky, casting here dappled shadows across the land. A stifling wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches twisting towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Within this desolate landscape, a forgotten figure made. Their footsteps were unheard, swallowed by the mu

The air chokes us with the scent of decay. Every step bites against the jagged ground, a constant reminder of the world's heartlessness. We survive in this landscape of suffering, where trust is a luxury and compassion a weakness. Our lives are forged by the thorns that grip us, marking our souls wi