Your world is a graveyard, strewn with the dead, the living coffins that walk amongst you.
The empty vessels haunt the corridors of this fallen realm, forever wandering aimless, vacant, distant.
Their hollow eyes reflect the desolation of a world forsaken, where the sun no longer rises and hope is but a distant memory.
Among the ruins of forgotten dreams, shadows linger, whispering tales of woe and despair, as the remnants of humanity drift like ghosts through the wasteland of the surreal.
The soulless ones hold your realm captive. Bound in blood-soaked chains of despair and calamity you remain.
Like windswept vessels tattered and empty, you remain adrift on the stormy seas of despair and ruin.
The echoes of lost souls reverberate through the emptiness, each whisper a mourning of forgotten lives, abandoned hopes. In this cemetery of existence, where every step is a journey through the remnants of what once was, the barren landscape mirrors the void within.
Among the shadows, faint glimmers of what could have been flicker and fade, swallowed by the encroaching darkness.
The souls that wander here are but echoes, reflections of the past trapped in a relentless cycle of sorrow and decay.
In the stillness, the air is thick with the scent of ruin, the silence pierced only by the mournful cries of the wind as it weaves through the skeletal remains of a world condemned.
This is the earth, a cemetery of dreams, where the living dead tread the path of eternal desolation.
