Lydia Armageddon, Svivla Falla.
European Desolates,
The year 2168.
Standing on the edge of a precipice, Svivla surveyed the large expanse of a once prosperous city. A place teeming with life, but also great strife, with a complicated history; a grim one. From the ashes of tradition and culture, skyscrapers took root in industry and uniformity that swept across the globe so many years ago. Now, even that was left to waste, only a shadow of civilization survives here now in a scrappy settlement. Rusted slabs of metal upon decayed wood, the very foundation of what people unfortunate enough to live outside The Bastions are cursed with.
"It's a lonely world out here, traversing the graveyard of billions. This should be what's left of what was Berlin." Svivla thought, pushing back his hair and tying it.
Even as towers of prosperity abandoned to the harsh elements now, Svivla reminisced on what was. He resented it before, but he missed it dearly. A breeze rushed through, as he heard Lydia struggling with clanking bags and groaning.
"Huff... Gramps..! You gonna make me carry this all the whole time we are here?!" Lydia complained, throwing two massive backpacks over the ledge.
"You need to become stronger, you seem to be doing just that," Svivla responded quickly.
"I know but- DAH! Forty pounds each man!"
"You're fifteen! You can handle it!"
She clung onto the edge, vaulting herself over with ease without the weight of forty-pound backpacks on her back. Lydia wiped the dust off her face, pushing her now longer brown hair out of her eyes. She was still wearing that pink shirt Svivla gave her a year prior, now duller in colour, but she didn't mind. Her build had grown, her arms and torso filling the once baggy shirt better.
"Gramps, what are you-"
Lydia scrambled to stand and darted to his side, looking with wide wondrous eyes at the view before the two of them.
"Holy shit! What is this place?! I've never seen a place so massive! It's like... It's like it's spread out over the whole desert!" Lydia exclaimed in her awe and smiling.
"Why would people ever leave this place? It looks like so much work was put into it..." Lydia questioned aloud, she turned to look up at Svivla.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"She's really come around."
Svivla took a small book out of his pocket.
"Let me show you something, c'mere," Svivla said, he dropped on one knee and opened the book. Lydia peered over his shoulder to look.
"You've gotten taller."
"Quit stalling and show me what's in the book old man."
"Okay, okay."
Svivla opened to a picture of the same sight they were seeing now, the picture was worn with age, but bright and full of vibrant colours. The city was smaller, and the surrounding areas were lush and green. Trees bloomed outside city limits, people scurried in the streets, and the architecture was a complete flip from what was before them past the cliff they stood on. Lydia didn't know what she was seeing, especially all the green stuff on the outside in this photograph.
"Hey, is that the same city? Why's it so different?" Lydia asked.
"Well, over the years as the population grew and new industries came forth, the city expanded outwards to sustain the new population-"
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