Pixzen

Deep underground, in the chamber carved from ancient concrete and reinforced with scavenged steel, the empty room held its breath. A single...

The rain thickened as dusk deepened, turning the city into a shifting mosaic of reflections—wet asphalt glimmering like a dark mirror, puddl...

After the fall, Los Angeles did not simply die—it dissolved , unraveling into a wasteland where nature and toxins fought for dominance. The...

Before the final collapse, before the cities burned and the sky turned the color of old wounds, the forces that hunted survivors had moved l...

In the stillness of night an ancient tree drifts on calm water, its roots loose from earth, its branches brushing the stars. Candles float ...

The troops moved like a slow, mechanical tide—methodical, relentless, sweeping through the ruins with the certainty of men who believed they...

Along the quiet inlet an old tall ship drifts forward, its sails unfurling like slow, deliberate breaths. No voices rise from the deck, no ...