The world was now a landscape of shadows, jagged remnants of what had once been bright with civilization’s promise. Towers that had once scraped the sky now stood as empty husks, their windows shattered, gaping like the hollow eyes of forgotten gods. Streets that once pulsed with life were now silent, littered with remnants of a world long gone – broken machines, charred scraps of buildings, and signs twisted by flames and time. Only the wind moved through these once-hopeful places, carrying whispers of a world that had imploded under its own weight.
Survivors roamed this desolate earth, hardened souls wrapped in makeshift armor scavenged from the ruins. They lived not for tomorrow, but for the day, with little to tether them to what once was. Dreams were a luxury, and hope was fleeting; in this wasteland, each day brought only survival. Society had been stripped to its bones, its foundation ripped apart by chaos and anarchy, leaving behind nothing but ashes and dust.
Now, anyone left knew they would have to build from nothing, each step a test, every choice a gamble against the silent threat of a world turned hostile.
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