The world has unraveledâa tapestry torn at the seams. Skies once azure now churn with ominous storm clouds, crackling with lightning that strikes shattered monuments. Abandoned highways stretch into the distance, overgrown with twisted vines. The remnants of civilization cling to survival: scavengers in gas masks sift through rusted debris, seeking morsels of canned food. And in the center of this desolation, a broken clock tower stands frozen at midnight, its hands forever pointing toward doom.
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