TOMORROW

PREFACE

Hopeless Screams echoed through the desolate landscape; their haunting echoes carried along by the torrential downpour. Each raindrop, a percussion of despair, added a gloomy backdrop to the unfolding scene. Amidst the relentless cacophony, a wicked Cackling emerged, slicing through the air like a serrated blade. It belonged, without a doubt, to the enigmatic antagonist of this twisted tale, their malevolence palpable in every twisted chuckle.

As the tension escalated, the Dropping of weapons reverberated like thunderous drumbeats, shattering the fragile illusion of resistance. It was the solemn cue of surrender, a symbol of defeat reluctantly embraced by those who fought valiantly but succumbed to the merciless forces at play.

While the rain washed away the stains of battle, a curious sensation began to emerge—a Tickling of the familiar hot red liquid down the protagonist's forehead. It was not mere blood, but a tangible connection to the past. With each trickle, fragments of an old, weaved story resurfaced, playing out in the protagonist's mind like a macabre theater of memories.

In the dilapidated embrace of the old, abandoned factory, rusted junk parts bore silent witness to the protagonist's desperate struggle. They stood as a testament to forgotten dreams and shattered hopes, their silent whispers telling tales of forsaken aspirations. The factory walls, adorned with graffiti and scars of past conflicts, seemed to form a haunting chorus of ballads, unraveling the protagonist's journey, and unveiling the harsh realities of their existence.

And so, what may you ask? The old, abandoned factory, the junk parts, the ballads—they were all witnesses, not just of the protagonist's end, but of their indomitable spirit. In this larger-than-life narrative, where despair loomed large and adversity seemed insurmountable, the protagonist's story gained an amplified significance. It became a tale of resilience and defiance, carving a place of significance amidst the relentless chaos of their world.

As the rain continued to pour, mingling with the protagonist's bloodied visage, the stage was set for a dramatic climax. The outcome remained uncertain, but amidst the grandeur and gravitas of this expanded narrative, the readers were left captivated, eagerly yearning for resolution and redemption, as the protagonist's fate hung in the balance, entangled in the intricate tapestry of their own creation. Is it the end or the beginning? ...... ..... ......