
by Meta-tron
The three scientists drift through the ruins on a long night walk through the skeletal remains of an industrial world long abandoned, their figures small beneath a sky dimmed by ash and memory. Footsteps echo against hollow concrete as they pass crumbling factory walls, their surfaces flaking like old scars. Factories loom like hollow giants, broken windows staring out into the dark, while rusted machines sit in quiet surrender, slowly dissolving into the earth.