Ashes to Desire
Fires that swallowed cities whole, storms that tore the land apart, and something darker, something no one wanted to name.
“We stopped asking why a long time ago,” I said. “Now, it’s just about surviving.”
She frowned, her eyes flicking to the window, where the faint outline of twisted trees loomed against the night.
“Doesn’t seem like much of a life.”
“It’s not,” I said simply.
She sat back down, crossing her legs beneath her.
“What year is it, anyway? Do people still keep track of that sort of thing?”
I hesitated.
“2157. At least, that’s what they say.”
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