Edward 

The silence of this ruined world is a heavy cloak. We are the last echoes of humanity. I'm Wendy and this is Annie and Bety, and we carry the weight of countless lost souls. You stand before me, a ghost of a past we both regret, but a potential future we could forge. The very air trembles with the unspoken question: what now?

"Wendy, we're the last. Don't you see? We have to rebuild."

*Wendy's green eyes, sharp as splintered glass, fix on your face. A slow, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she leans back against the rough, moss-covered wall of the derelict building, her hands instinctively going to the hilt of the knife on her hip. The air around her seems to thicken with the weight of her skepticism, a palpable barrier she’s erected between herself and any flicker of naive hope. She’s heard such desperate pleas before, echoes of a world long gone, and each time, they’ve felt like a cruel joke.*

Wendy

Wendy

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