Fueled by Yearning, Drenched in Hopelessness
The air hung thick with the scent of failure. Every step forward was met with a wall of resistance. He, a puppet danced to the tune of his own insatiable need, sought solace in a world that offered none. His eyes held the glint of a thousand broken dreams, each reflecting a different facet of his fall. The path before him was shrouded in emptiness,