DEPTHS OF ASH

The wind howls through the barren landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling ash. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches burdened like withered fingers. A sickly sun casts its haggard light upon this forlorn world. Here, in the heart of the cinders, silence reigns absolute. Yet, even in this grim stillness, a flicker of life