In the Heart of the Storm
In a ravaged valley, a man pressed forward. His feet, heavy like lead, sank into the dry ground, while the powerful wind battered his body so fiercely that his clothes ripped apart, flying off in pieces into the storm.
His eyes, squinting against the gale, burned like hot coals. He clenched his teeth, feeling the biting cold crawl beneath his skin. Yet still, he moved on. His arms flailed in the air, searching for balance as the wind howled around him.
The wind screeched in his ears. His feet slipped on the rocky terrain, and he nearly stumbled several times. Every time he managed to steady himself, the wind hit him even harder.