wall_artifact

The city stood in silence, vines reclaiming its walls, windows reflecting lost time. He walked the empty streets, past the helmets left behind—markers of those who once stood here. A glowing symbol on the wall pulsed faintly, a remnant from the past or a beacon for the future. He reached out, fingers brushing its surface, and in that moment, the echoes of those who remained in memory surged through him. They were never lost. Their stories lived on, inscribed into the walls, carried by those who still walked forward.