She’s the only one left. Broken shards of civilization sit strewn around her. Crumbling buildings and nature winning a losing battle against impermanence.
Yet a fleeting sense of hope remains in the sunlight filtering through the shattered stained glass windows of the old hall. She was the last one with a brain.
All others had disappeared, because of unforeseen events that split the world in two.
Her survival was as shaky as the building’s foundations, but she survived. Why?
A secret driving force that compelled her to seize every passing day. There was beauty in uncertainty. And in the chaos of this broken world, she thrived.
