The Thorn That Pierces Me

The sharp sting of loneliness cuts deep in this unknown land. A sudden collapse thrust me into chaos—foreign tongues, a creature named Mannock lurking like the undead, and a world tilted off balance. Just when despair had swallowed every glimmer of hope, a figure emerged from the shadows. “Who are you?” The question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty. This stranger carried an aura of mystery, an enigma wrapped in silence. The ground beneath me felt unstable, as if reality itself had cracked open. His presence was both unsettling and oddly reassuring, like a flicker of light in endless darkness. The weight of unanswered questions pressed down, but for the first time, I didn’t feel entirely alone. The world remained strange, the language still foreign, yet something shifted. Was he salvation or another trial in this twisted game? Only time would tell.