The stars hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the land. A biting wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Within this desolate landscape, a haunted figure trudged. Their footsteps were unheard, swallowed by the hissing th

The air chokes us with the scent of decay. Every step here bites against the sharp ground, a constant reminder of the world's savagery. We survive in this landscape of suffering, where trust is a luxury and compassion a liability. Our lives are shaped by the thorns that entwine us, scarring our soul