The sun hung low in the sky, casting dappled shadows across the land. A chill wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches tangled towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath this desolate landscape, a forgotten figure wandered. Their footsteps were website unheard, swallowed by the murmuring thorns that covered the ground. Each th… Read More

The air strangles us with the scent of decay. Every step bites against the sharp ground, a constant reminder of the world's heartlessness. We exist in this landscape of suffering, where trust is a luxury and compassion a liability. Our lives are shaped by the thorns that grip us, marking our souls with their relentless unyielding touch. Tales … Read More