A Tale of Woe
As the sun set over the desolate landscape, our hero, a desperate derelict, trudged through the wasteland with nary a care.
The once-great highway, now a crumbling ruin, stretched out before him like a serpent in the sand.
He had been walking for hours, with nary a drop of water or a morsel of food to sustain him, but he pressed on, fueled by the fires of desperation.
His eyes, once bright and full of hope, now shone with the dull, hopeless glaze of one who has given up all for lost all.
And so he walked, into the very depths of despair, where the only sound was the echo of his own despairing sighs.