The stars hung low in the sky, casting shifting shadows across the land. A stifling wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches tangled towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Underneath this desolate landscape, a lone figure trudged. Their footsteps were soft, swallowed by the hissing thorns that covered the ground. Each thorn was ja

The air stifles us with the scent of rot. Every step grates against the jagged ground, a constant reminder wicked society of the world's cruelty. We exist in this landscape of suffering, where trust is a luxury and compassion a burden. Our lives are shaped by the thorns that entwine us, marking our souls with their relentless unyielding touch.