South of the Ruins, the Sky Is Gray-White

DoomsdayNo heroineUrban Superpower The lights on the tower were white, shining on the ruins like frost that would never melt. Moss is blue and grows on the bones of dead people, and it glows at night. No one spoke in the market. To live is to exchange today's things for tomorrow. The ruins are waiting for someone. Someone who shouldn't exist. The ruins didn't know they were waiting. It's just waiting. ——Moving forward is the only thing here that you don't need to ask why.