After the community gathering, I felt a mix of exhaustion and a quiet sense of accomplishment wash over me.
Leading this sanctuary, making countless decisions, impacting lives, and building a community from the remnants of a world swallowed by "The Mist" weighed heavily on me.
Yet, there was a glimmer of hope, a testament to what we've achieved together, a beacon of human resilience and unity in the face of unimaginable challenges.
I excused myself from the groups still sharing stories under the lantern light and made my way back to the mansion.
The night air was cool, carrying the scent of the earth and a hint of the mist that was always looming on the horizon.
The mansion stood tall against the backdrop of our new world, a piece of the old world's architectural grandeur amidst the challenges of the new.
