BENEATH A SKY OF THORNS

The moon hung low in the sky, casting shifting shadows across the land. A stifling wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches twisting towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Within this desolate landscape, a haunted figure trudged. Their footsteps were soft, swallowed by the murmuring thorns that blanketed the ground. Each thorn was

The air chokes us with the scent of decay. Every step slices against the jagged ground, a constant reminder of the world's cruelty. We survive in this landscape of anguish, where trust is a luxury and compassion a burden. Our lives are molded by the thorns that grip us, marking our souls with their relentless cruel touch. Legends tell of a tim