Dust rises, blotting out the sky; the tide surges, and all things fall silent.
The old world collapsed beneath a sky full of dust and sand, while new life struggles against the surging tide. In this world, all that remains is the instinct to survive and the struggle of human nature.
Some bow their heads for a bite to eat. Some draw blades over the convictions they hold dear. Some clutch a glimmer of light in the darkness and refuse to let go. Others strain every last ounce of strength to build a place to live amid the ruins.
The dust tide sweeps in. There are no heroes to protect you and no shortcuts to take. You can only tread over the dead, see through people's hearts, and smash open a path to survival with your own flesh and blood, fighting the vastness of the world with burning resolve.
In this dust tide, survival is the hardest truth. Holding on is the only way home.
This is my first time writing an online article. Those who are rich will support me financially, and those who have no money will support me personally. Dear spectators, be brave and watch, you won't be fooled.
This is my first time writing an online article. Those who are rich will support me financially, and those who have no money will support me personally. Dear spectators, be brave and watch, you won't be fooled.