Fields in Ash

The wind howls through the barren landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling dust. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches bare like withered fingers. A sickly sun casts its wan light upon this forlorn world. Here, in the depths of the ash, silence reigns supreme. Yet, even in
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