Durability Of Eln
The eln stands unyielding beneath a sun that scorches the earth, roots clutching the soil like forgotten promises in a parched land. It bends with the wind, but does not break, a testament to endurance, like a weary traveler trudging through an endless desert. Shadows stretch long as dusk descends, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. Each leaf, a whisper of resilience, cradles the weight of storms survived, their edges frayed, bearing scars like old men in tattered coats. Beneath the surface, life pulses, stubborn as the heartbeat that echoes in the silence, a reminder that even in bleakness, there remains an unrelenting will to persist against the crushing weight of time.
