Across Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds
A miasma of decay hangs heavy in the heavens, thick with the reek of annihilation. The wind, a putrid serpent, violently read more around the mangled corpses, tearing flesh from bone. The bones gleam like gems in the morbid twilight. A symphony of groans echoes through the valley, a chorus of suffering as the guts are devoured by the winds of obliv