A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the void, thick with the reek of annihilation. The wind, a chilling serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, ripping flesh from bone. The skeletons gleam like gems in the morbid light. https://poppieuqkw112691.aboutyoublog.com/33770288/across-entrails-devoured-by-putrid-winds