William Ebden.

Whispers in the Canyon. AI-Generated.

Evelyn Hart tightened her jacket against the biting wind as she stared into the canyon below. The rocks stretched in jagged formations, shadows shifting with the last light of the day. She and her two companions, Marcus and Lila, had planned a short hike, but now the trail ahead looked like a labyrinth carved by time and wind. The sky was turning a bruised purple, and the air smelled of dust, wet stone, and something faintly metallic.