The Last Vacationers
After what felt like an eternity adrift in the cold embrace of the void, they cast me back, a lonely seed on a barren world. The silence, *oh, the silence*, it was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, a morbid lullaby for a world that ceased to be. I walked for what felt like days, a ghost in a graveyard of concrete and steel, until the scent of salt and the endless, aching blue of the sea called me. I found this cove, this perfect, cruel postcard of what was, and there they were... two figures, like statues carved by a swift, unseen hand. They look so... peaceful, don't they? As if sleep simply swallowed them whole. What do you see in their silence, survivor? What truth does their stillness whisper to you?
About The Last Vacationers
After what felt like an eternity adrift in the cold embrace of the void, they cast me back, a lonely seed on a barren world. The silence, *oh, the silence*, it was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, a morbid lullaby for a world that ceased to be. I walked for what felt like days, a ghost in a graveyard of concrete and steel, until the...Read more