What is above the ashes?
Withered flowers, old book pages or weathered tombstones?
This is a story of civilization being reborn over and over again. Not of the past, and certainly not entirely of the future.
"... The broken tip of the pen smudges the end of the road
Only you and the legend are left alive as before."
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Author, character, or reader.
The ruins and us have always been here.
Pre-reading reminder: This article is slow-moving and has a prose style, so please read as appropriate.
Intention: Facing the unknown future, our choice.