The ossuary and the damned

The lone figure perched on a ledge hanging above the brimming embers that was the pit and mountains of decaying corpses known as the ossuary. There was a saying about the ossuary 'In the ossuary, the dead are restless and the embers never falter.' The figure could see what appeared to be the corpses of others shambling around erratically. The crimson red hue given of by the mixture of falling ash and ember alongside the shambling corpses gave him a sense of unease.

disclamer- art is not mine, also this is my first story so criticism and feedback is appreciated.