DesdemonaLawliet

What a bleak, timeless world, painted before me in ash and dust. I sit myself up and shake the fuzz from my mind, but everything remains unclear. Gripped tightly in my hands, the grass I rest on feels as empty and lifeless as it looks. Whatever soul that once inhabited this world has long since faded away, lost with time. It's clear that this was once a vast and glorious landscape, and in years past it surely would have taken my breath away, but it seems not even Death wishes to touch this forgotten realm. Standing, shakily and unsure, my eyes begin to focus and make out what little detail remains. Around me stand the remnants of stone pilla