In the darkness of day, the sky was veiled by thick, swirling clouds—so black they seemed to swallow the whole world.
A boy walked alone through the silence.
He looked young, but his eyes carried the weight of someone who had lived far longer. They were hollow, tired, burdened with something deeper than sorrow. Regret clung to him like a shadow that wouldn't let go.
The city around him was unrecognizable. Buildings crumbled, the sky cracked, streets are empty, the air thick with ash and silence. A place once full of life now stood lifeless—broken by choices that never should have been made.
"This… this isn't what I wanted…" he whispered, his voice barely audible, shaking.
His knees buckled. He collapsed onto the ground, hands sinking into dust and rubble.
He never meant for this to happen.
All he wanted… was a chance.