UNDERNEATH A SKY OF THORNS

The sun hung low in the sky, casting dappled shadows across the land. A biting wind whistled through the barren trees, their branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Underneath this desolate landscape, a haunted figure wandered. Their footsteps were unheard, swallowed by the hissing thorns that covered the ground. Each thorn was

The air strangles us with the scent of decay. Every step grates against the sharp ground, a constant reminder of the world's heartlessness. We exist in this landscape of pain, where trust is a commodity and compassion a liability. Our lives are forged by the thorns that suffocate us, marking our souls with their relentless cruel touch. Tales t