Aketash
I wander through the barren and lifeless landscape, hoping to find a safe haven. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the crunching of my footsteps on the dry earth.
The smell of decay and death lingers in the air, making me gag. The wasteland stretched out before me like a sea of death, its barren landscape devoid of life and color.
The sky above was a sickly orange, the sun a dim ball of light obscured by the clouds of dust and smoke that hung in the air. It was as if the world had been sucked dry of all its beauty and left to wither under the harsh glare of the sun...