Deep within the bleak landscape, a weary traveler hobbles down a desolate road, enveloped by the fog of uncertainty. The mist brushes his silent lacerations.

Whereabouts he is a stranger from a place he once called home; a voiceless ghost in the city lights. The weight of his wounds bears down on him. Darkness ridicules his agony. The increasing frailty marks him as prey.

Each step taken is excruciating. The blood that drips on the pavement are scars of the journey’s toll. The sky only becomes darker and louder; the face of horror glares down at him. 

Yet, amidst the darkness and all the adversities, he murmurs to himself, “I never thought I’d get this far..”

With every beat of his weakening heart, he clings to the belief that beyond the horizon lies the place where he truly belongs.

Guided by the faith of the raven woman, with courage and resilience, he presses forward, yearning for a sign, a promise of a brighter tomorrow, where his name will be known and his voice will be heard - a place where his wounds can heal; home.

Today is DAY 0

~ theMori32