The Age of Machinery and Magic

"I'm the only one left..." "Yeah..." There was a hint of confusion in the voice "I'm the only one left..." A long sigh, containing indescribable emotions. A spark ignited in the deserted darkness, lighting a yellowed cigarette. The bright colorful sparks emit soft light, illuminating the long, narrow and deep road ahead. But it couldn't illuminate the face covered by the mist under the hood. The only thing visible was a cloud with a sweet smell being slowly spit out.