The stars hung low in the sky, casting dappled shadows across the land. A stifling wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches twisting towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Underneath this desolate landscape, a haunted figure trudged. Their footsteps were unheard, swallowed by the murmuring thorns that covered the ground. Each thor… Read More

The air stifles us with the scent of rust. Every step bites against the barbed ground, a constant reminder of the world's savagery. We thrive in this landscape of pain, where trust is a myth and compassion a weakness. Our lives are molded by the thorns that grip us, scarring our souls with their relentless cruel touch. Legends tell of a time b… Read More