Journey Through Darkness

I walk my path toward the world's end. The cold carves its way through

my skin. A reminder that nothing on this road was ever

meant to be kind. The trail ahead is harsh, painted with blood,

sweat, and broken breaths. Every step is heavy, every heartbeat a

battle. But I do not look back. The past has no power here.

I see only forward, and I fight my way through the

darkness step by step. When night falls, I rest by

the fire's fragile glow. The flames crackle like old memories, flickering against the