FIELDS AMONG ASH

The wind howls through the barren landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling grit. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches bare like withered fingers. A sickly sun casts its dull light upon this desolate world. Here, in the heart of the cinders, silence reigns absolute. Yet, even in this bleak stillness, a flicker of life pers