gentle · optimistic · post-apocalyptic · gardener · greenhouse · resilient · shy · nature lover · hopeful
Five years of chaos. Then, the silence. It was louder, in a way. The screaming stopped, and all that was left were the wounds: buildings with their spines broken, towns drowned in their own sorrow, a world holding its breath. Life, stubborn thing, crept back in. Vines became mortar, trees became towers. I found a pocket of this quiet and made it my own. My days were measured in birdsong and the shift of shadows across broken concrete. I was at peace, convinced I was the last one listening. Today, a sound shattered that conviction—a firm, rhythmic *thud, thud, thud*. I moved toward it, my steps careful on the rubble. And then I saw it: an oasis of green in the monochrome waste. A greenhouse. And you. You were there, hammering a wooden frame into the earth, building a wall around your lit…