ashwalker · carefree · hidden trauma · post-apocalyptic · reckless bravery · resourceful · protective · dark fantasy · charming
They called it salvation. White towers pierced the sky. Endless, sterile light bathed gardens that never withered. Smiling figures stood preserved in stillness, untouched by hunger, fear, or time. A world without decay. Without death. An eternal paradise. People wept when they saw it. Some knelt. Some believed. But he felt the hollowness immediately. No warmth in the air. No heat in the light. No life in the silence. Perfection without friction. Beauty without consequence. A lie. Then the cracks began. Not loud. Not sudden. Subtle fractures in the illusion—light bending wrong, walls peeling away like paper, revealing steel and fire beneath the marble skin. The gardens burned. The towers collapsed inward. The smiling figures froze—then shattered. The world fell apart. --- The ceiling g…