Writhed Verses from the Bleak Wasteland
The wasteland stretches forever, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Howls echo through the desolate winds, telling tales of forgotten. Here, amongst the ruins, poets find their voice, pouring verse onto parchment as pale as the sky. Their words are bitter, a mirror to the heart of this cursed land. Aching for rain, they write of skie