Writhed Verses from the Bleak Wasteland
The wasteland stretches aimlessly, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Screams echo through the desolate winds, carrying tales of glory. Here, amongst the ruins, poets find their voice, scratching verse onto parchment as crimson as the sky. Their words are bitter, a mirror to the soul of this cursed land. Aching for rain, they write o