FIELDS IN ASH

The wind howls through the scorched landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling grit. Ancient trees claw at the sky, their branches burdened like withered fingers. A sickly sun casts its dull light upon this wasteful world. Here, in the core of the cinders, silence reigns unyielding. Yet, even in this deathly stillness, a flicker of