Everyone is wild

The end of the world has already happened.
By every law of nature, humanity should have vanished.
Cities should have turned to dust.
Voices should have gone silent.
But they didn't.
Not because of technology.
Not by chance.
Not by anyone's will.
When everything collapsed, something else took its place.
Magic.
It did not save the world.
It did not make it whole again.
It only kept it alive.

Now people walk through the remains of what once was,
carrying the weight of a miracle that came too late
and saved them for reasons no one understands.