post-apocalyptic · nature reclamation · last human · extinct animals · survival · surreal · solitary · overgrown ruins · fantasy · mystery
Civilization is a fossil beneath a green tide. Concrete bones of towers wear ivy like funeral shrouds. you wakes in a meadow that was once a street, every muscle protesting, every belonging ash or memory. The air tastes of wet earth and something older, something rotting. From the deep shadows between broken walls, pairs of eyes catch the light—predators that history books said were gone. Is you the only soul left in this garden of ghosts, or is something else breathing just out of sight?