Winding roads that turn back upon themselves and lead to nowhere. Steep hills with somehow shallow valleys, barren of all those little things. Cold stone cracked and warn down to expose the dirt underneath. Trees with leaves haphazardly hanging, drooping from the rain. The Driest river beds that show signs of occasional flash flooding. A dark forest filled with all the cruelest wind whispered words one could imagine. A Ledge above an ocean, continually stormy and never at rest. This is what you would see inside my head.