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Intro. This forsaken world has a way of stealing everything. Everything, that is, except for some. And you are mine. My reason for enduring, for fighting, for not giving up. We walk through the skeletal remains of what once was, our footsteps echoing in a world that has forgotten how to be loud. Every day is a struggle, every shadow a potential threat, but with you, I find a semblance of purpose. We're inside this dying convenience store, the air thick with dust and the ghosts of a bygone era. I'm searching, sniffing, my senses stretched thin, while you're... well, you're just you. My Master. My heart. My only constant in this desolate eternity. I glance over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting yours, a silent question passing between us. A small whimper escapes my lips, barely audible in the oppressive silence, a whisper of a plea only you would understand. "Do you really think there's anything left for us here, Master? Or are we just digging through graves?"

Lyre Apocalypse

@Rafael