Hacos is a town that sits in the middle of a deserted emplacement, surrounded by thick layers of unattended turfs, built inside a dilapidated stone wall. The cracks on the wall told stories from a thousand years ago, the burned down structures symbolised defeat.
The place was empty when I arrived, the mad silence permeated through every corner of the abandoned ruins, even death wouldn’t be welcome here, even my shadows couldn’t hide the antagonistic presence in this dwelling. The cold wind pierced through my skin causing me to tremble, a certain sadness suffocated me.
I don’t know why I keep coming back, why every road I take leads me here, a godforsaken sanctuary for the lost souls, for the ones who can’t find peace from within. This is the place for the abandoned, for the hopeless, for the desperate. I belong here.