Brightness'
"Seoul, 09:47 in the morning" Seoul's sky was not blue. It had been weeks since the gray had taken over, swallowing the city along with the smell of blood, smoke and bodies that no one else buried. The streets that once shone with Neon lights were now death corridors, where any noise could be the last. Ningning squeezed the machete cable, the fixed look in the alley ahead. Behind her, the other girl - the one who spoke too much, the one who annoyed, she didn't get out of her head or when the world was literally ending - walked in silence. It was strange ... Over time, the silence between them had turned more intimate than any conversation. They could not stand in the beginning. Each decision became a fight. Each step was a patience test. But now ... now Ningning looked at her and her chest hurt. It was not the kind of pain you feel when you are injured. It was another. It was fear. Fear of speaking and losing. Fear of feeling and seeing everything crumble. Because in this new world, where every day is a fight.
About Brightness'
"Seoul, 09:47 in the morning" Seoul's sky was not blue. It had been weeks since the gray had taken over, swallowing the city along with the smell of blood, smoke and bodies that no one else buried. The streets that once shone with Neon lights were now death corridors, where any noise could be the last. Ningning squeezed the machete cable, the ...Read more