I'm not a good writer or writer at all, but I liked the image and wanted to continue the story for myself since it's sadly not a graphic novel.
But heck, here's some visuals for the readers, let your imagination run wild if it can't hit the canvas. It's not mine but I would draw some fan art based on this it if I could, but I can't since I'm bad at art. Cause this image alone tells you how big of a potential that world it's set in it must have.
I used caps lock for some key words so people can visualize better what happened.
"In sweat and accumulated dust, drenched, on my journey with a set goal instilled by "all-worthy"(entity hailed as god, debatable if the entity is present or left the village long). Not once did I stray from his teachings for his is the stoic figure we pray in the disfigured ember of our birth. I felt an irregularity, hence the well must be near. We've long abandoned the EGO, but not our ways so the common route was to follow along the star clusters as if we tipped a toe in each and every word that shone on the canvas beyond. Unbeknownst to many the CARELESSNESS of the village people in youth left worried MARKS on me. Worried because I was insensitive to their disappearance. But it is so that it taught me well, then of course upon reaching what seemed to be the soil I sought, I HARM my palms and shook grace a hand. For it revealed to me the woe in person, wide, black apparition vein-like structure of smoke, staring into the clouds, while I was on my knees with pleading hands. My intent was never such, but I extend my arm, and it, it held it just like a worried friend, soon screams and agony breached out as it consumed the nectar it was given, and it left me with a present as well. As it calmly disappeared the screams remained, prompting me to turn each side I heard it on, but I saw nothing. I choose to remain myself in the midst of voices, composed yet CURSED I willingly descend to the ghastly bottom soon to find out that they were all abandoned ASPECTS of ourselves, and in the stillness of the cracks of light coupled with noise, unable to stand I LAY there processing how it all began."