The stars hung low in the sky, casting long 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 haunted figure trudged. Their footsteps were soft, swallowed by the whispering thorns that enveloped the ground. Each thorn was jagg

The air chokes us with the scent of decay. Every step grates against the jagged ground, a constant reminder of the world's cruelty. We thrive in here this landscape of anguish, where trust is a luxury and compassion a burden. Our lives are forged by the thorns that suffocate us, tattooing our souls with their relentless cruel touch. Whispers t