Road of bones {isolationism | dark ambient}

Ash drifted like snow through the ruins of forgotten cities wrapped in silence. Each step on the road cracked the frost-bitten bones buried shallow beneath the gray earth and, all around, the wind howled like wolves through hollow skulls.
Ahead, death waited for you, patiently, on the long road of bones...

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