Before We Vanish

Silence isn't frightening here - it's become the norm.
Noise - that's what raises suspicion.

She's lived in this world for a long time:
Where cities are skeletons,
roads lie empty,
and faces exist only in memory.

The apocalypse wasn't an explosion.
It was civilization's slow exhale.
People vanished, streets dimmed, radios fell silent.

She's no heroine.
She just hasn't given up yet.

And now - a new road, a new signal, a new place.
Where everything feels too alive to be safe.

If the end has already come...
Then what, exactly, is beginning?