Aftermath | Part III

"Peace was never the promise-it was the pause."

PART III | The war is over. The world has thrived in the quiet solitude of peace. What survived was scattered, scarred, and aching, yet from the wreckage rose something unexpected: a fragile kind of beauty. Cities rebuilt from ash. Lives stitched back together with silence and hope. It isn't the world they lost, but it's something-something someone had to sacrifice everything for, just to make it hold. And in that stillness, in the soft breath of what was given up, people have learned to live again. To love. To hope.

But beneath that silence, something always stirs-
a shadow of what was,
a reckoning long delayed,
a spark that never truly went out.

As old ghosts rise and the cost of survival begins to surface,
the final threads of destiny pull tight.

This is no new beginning.
It's the last stand of what remains.

This is survival.
This is defiance.
This is aftermath.