The canyon was a deep, rugged stretch of land, its walls towering on both sides like giant stone walls reaching up toward the sky. The rocks were rough, colored in shades of dusty red and brown, and cracks ran along the sides like old scars.
The ground was dry and uneven, with small stones scattered everywhere, making each step risky and loud. Giants rocks rested on the base of the walls, broken in various shapes.
The air felt heavy and tense, with the sun casting long shadows that made the narrow path through the canyon feel dark and confined. The sound of distant footsteps and whispers echoed off the stone walls, making it hard to tell where exactly people were hiding or waiting. High up, jagged rocks jutted out, as if they were sharp teeth ready to trap anyone below.
