Rooted in Agony

In the cradle of forgotten storms, rises an entity sewn together by dead roots, nourished by memories that never blossomed. Its body, made up of broken cycles and rotten promises, begs for an impossible rebirth. Each branch is a failed sigh, each intertwining a self-imposed prison.

Here, pain is not an accident - it is the foundation. Time, indifferent, drags away fragments of the being, scattering them to the wind like ashes of something that should never have existed. This being doesn't live; it just endures, drowning in its own decaying eternity.

In this ruined world, to be rooted is to be condemned. To be whole is to be infinitely shattered.

By GBN(@glauberbnunes)-IA