DEPTHS OF ASH

The wind howls through the bleached landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling ash. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches bare like withered fingers. A sickly sun casts its haggard light upon this forlorn world. Here, in the depths of the cinders, silence reigns unyielding. Yet, even in this bleak stillness, a spark of life