Among the Day’s Ruins

Just past the collapse, when the cities remain cold skeletons of glass and concrete, some survivors wander—seeking meaning, food, answers. The young woman walks through damp wreckage and gray light, her face marked by exhaustion and rain.

She wears scavenged clothes, oversized and too thin to keep the cold away. There is no pride here—only persistence. Her eyes don’t look to the future; they search the absence of the past.