Ashes of What We Called Love
When her heart went silent, the city followed. Flames crawled the skyline like memories refusing to die. Love had rotted beneath her silence, poisoned by the same toxins that darkened the skies. Now the world burns around her stillness a final echo of a bond long broken.
The Last Melody Above the Dimmed City
The Last Melody Above the Dimmed City Beneath the city’s toxic skies and the pulse of neon veins, two souls find rhythm where the world forgot to breathe.
Hidden seed of hope
In this wreckage a glow with ruin, where echoes of strangers warned that their ending had already been written and nothing endures, their fingers laced together, as though they were the last knot the city’s fierce current could not break. Though no word of tomorrow passed between them, the fierceness of that hold became a silent, singular vow, one that would not perish in a night heavy with oblivion’s shadows and silence's weight, holding hope as one holds breath.
Lyfjaberg War
Under swirling auroras, Lyfjaberg Mountain rises sacred, silent, and scarred by the ancient Lyfjaberg War, where many fell seeking its healing power. Behind it lies the wreckage of a forgotten skyship, a relic from an age lost to time. Now, across frozen plains, a lone traveler approaches, drawn by legend and the promise of what still sleeps within. The air is thin with memory. The mountain watches. And somewhere beneath ice and stone, the last secret of Lyfjaberg stirs.
Mars Chase
He plunged deeper into the Martian tunnel, boots striking steel as sparks scattered across the walls. Above, spider-machines swarmed, red eyes glowing, limbs clattering as they followed. The air grew thin, pressing on his lungs, every step faster, every drop steeper. Leaping from broken beams, he gripped the stolen core tighter, the secret worth dying for. The swarm shrieked behind, echoing like metal thunder. Ahead, only darkness waited. Downward was survival—or a fall into ruin.
