After Forever

This is not just a ruined street. This is what’s left of the world when only love remains. Two figures walk hand in hand. They do not look back. They do not run. They walk. That choice — to walk — is a quiet revolution. In a place devoured by flame and neon ghosts, where everything screams collapse, they choose intimacy over panic, connection over chaos. Their red coats are not fashion. They are armor. Stains of passion in a city that has forgotten its colors. They burn brighter than the flames behind them. Not because they fight — but because they hold each other. This image says: The end of the world is survivable. But only if someone holds your hand.