CRIED VERSES FROM THE BLEAK WASTELAND

The wasteland stretches aimlessly, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Howls echo through the desolate winds, whispering tales of loss. Here, amongst the ruins, poets find their voice, pouring verse onto parchment as crimson as the sky. Their words are sharp, a window to the heart of this broken land. Aching for rain, they write of sk