Abyss of the Unloved

Where the Sentinels sway the tapestry of emotions, a haunting silence pervades where love once blossomed. Whispers of tales of hearts hollowed, spaces where the warmth of affection and tender care used to reside. The Sentinels, draped in dark cloaks, maneuver through landscapes of passion turned cold, leaving in their wake a sorrowful quietude. The looming trees, bare and bleak, mirror the emptiness left behind, and the muted tones of the environment echo the hollowness of hearts stripped of love’s embrace.