A woman with raven black hair and piercing green eyes, her face and body streaked with grime, trudges through a desolate, ashen landscape. Clad in tattered remnants of what might have once been a dress, she is a figure of resilience and survival, having slipped away from the oppressive depths of a fortress dungeon. Around her, others in similar ragged attire stagger through the wasteland, their eyes hollow with exhaustion and the haunting memories of captivity. The scene evokes the somber beauty and stark despair reminiscent of Tolkien's world, where the sharp winds whisper tales of the Hillmen and the Dunlendings, people of untamed wilds and forgotten lore, seeking solace under a sunless sky.