OBLIVION

The world stopped making sense. One by one, the lights went out-first in the cities, then in the small towns, until the darkness felt alive. People disappeared without a trace, their homes left untouched, their phones still buzzing with missed calls. Birds stopped singing, and the air felt thicker, colder, as if something was waiting just out of sight. No one knew what was happening or how to stop it. The silence was suffocating, and each passing day felt like a countdown to something worse. Trust became a luxury no one could afford, and hope, a memory no one dared to remember.