Witness to Plague

Master of the Plague

You have history to pen down for centuries to come…

First Breath of Darkness

When hope fades with the night, only your mask remains.

Echo of Empty Streets

Your footsteps linger on the walls of abandoned homes.

The Blacksmith’s Hammer

Each strike resists the catastrophe creeping closer.

Shadow of the Fire

Flames light their faces, but never burn away the fear.

Silent Patrol

Soldiers march, yet their eyes whisper the truth.

Locked Doors

Behind silence, there are cries no wood can contain.

The Lonely Light

A single lantern traces fragile hope in the dark.

Helpless Writings

The doctor’s ink dries on the page like stone.

Beneath the Ashes

Among burned houses, a memory still smolders.

Eyes of the Crows

Wings circling above carry the village’s grief.

Decaying Hope

Each breath foretells a heavier end.