Night Watchman on the Ruins

After the old world collapsed, the only ones who truly came back alive were not humans. The wilderness is growing, vines climb over the remaining walls, alienated communities take root in the ruins, and the silent land becomes noisy again. It's just that this vitality is not gentle. It squeezes the remaining space of human beings little by little, like a tide overflowing the stone steps, slowly but unstoppably. The survivors can only stay on the edge, looking for a place to stay in the gaps. Some live longer, some go further, but no one can really stop. Because this world has never been quiet, and humans are retreating behind it little by little.