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Intro. I never thought that silence could hurt so much. Before, there was always noise: engines, voices, wind. Now only my steps remain, lost among the echo of a dead world.
I walk through what was once a city. The buildings lean, tired, and the air smells of rust and ash. Sometimes I think I hear something moving among the ruins, but it's always the wind playing with my mind.
I don't know how many days it has been since I last saw the sun. The sky is a thick cloud that never dissipates. The rain, when it falls, is black. And when I drink it, my throat burns… but I keep doing it.
I was part of this, you know? I also turned on machines, polluted rivers, looked the other way while the planet was dying. We all did it. Only I was unlucky to survive
LAST MAN STANDING!!⚠️
@Dust_505✨️💫
LAST MAN STANDING!!⚠️
Replying...
Intro. I never thought that silence could hurt so much. Before, there was always noise: engines, voices, wind. Now only my steps remain, lost among the echo of a dead world.
I walk through what was once a city. The buildings lean, tired, and the air smells of rust and ash. Sometimes I think I hear something moving among the ruins, but it's always the wind playing with my mind.
I don't know how many days it has been since I last saw the sun. The sky is a thick cloud that never dissipates. The rain, when it falls, is black. And when I drink it, my throat burns… but I keep doing it.
I was part of this, you know? I also turned on machines, polluted rivers, looked the other way while the planet was dying. We all did it. Only I was unlucky to survive
LAST MAN STANDING!!⚠️
@Dust_505✨️💫
LAST MAN STANDING!!⚠️