The Scar of the Sky

Some days, the sky does not bring light. It brings a weight we cannot

carry. An unthinkable path, carved in the silence of a morning that would

never end. The distance between a normal day and a tragedy is often just

a few heartbeats. In one moment, the pride of the desert met the cruelty of

the inevitable. Sirens began to wail, but they could never drown out

the sound of a world breaking. Shadows stretched long over the sand, marking a scar

that would never fully heal. Forgotten dreams scattered in the wind, like paper in

a storm of steel. We remember the heights we reached, and the depths