Illustration
In the desolate wasteland of 2055, the world lay silent beneath layers of dust. Once-bustling cities were now ghost towns, filled with rusted cars and fragmented dreams. The sky was a dull gray, devoid of vibrant sunsets. At the heart of this chaos was a lingering mystery, something unsaid, a whisper of a time when happiness danced viral.
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