Brian Ndinya

The Weaver of Shadows

In the heart of the Whispering Wastes, where the sun bled crimson into the horizon and the sands sang mournful songs, there stood a solitary tower. It was a spire of obsidian, jagged and unyielding, its surface glistening like the scales of a slumbering serpent. At its peak lived the Weaver of Shadows, a figure shrouded in mystery and whispered legends.