The sun barely pierces the dense canopy of mist that has settled over the city, turning the once vibrant streets into a monochrome maze of silence and shadow.
We move with caution, our footsteps muffled against the cracked asphalt, every sense attuned to the slightest sound, the faintest movement.
This city, a relic of a world lost to chaos, stands as a grim monument to what was, its towering structures now mere skeletons draped in the eerie embrace of the Mist.
As we advance, the oppressive silence weighs heavily, a stark contrast to the bustling life that once filled these avenues.
It's disconcerting, this quiet, as if the city itself holds its breath, watching us with the hollow eyes of its shattered windows.
The signs of abrupt departure, of lives interrupted, litter the streets—abandoned cars, scattered belongings, the detritus of a civilization in sudden collapse.
