Valley
OF DESPAIR

There are places the soul wanders when burdened—places where silence is heavy, and the air itself feels thick with questions. The sky glows with uneasy warmth, golden hues clashing against jagged, towering forms that seem to rise without reason, sharp-edged and unyielding. Below, the waters are dark, stagnant, a threat lingering at the edges.

 

This is a valley of reflection—a place where the weight of existence presses in, where everything feels distant yet unbearably close. There is no clear path forward, no promise of what lies beyond. 

And yet, in the textures, in the smallest details, a presence, carved subtly into the chaos.

 

Perhaps despair is not the end. Perhaps, even here, something sacred remains.