...Signal of Dawn
Yerin
The last warmth left on the cold ground
Status: Alive
Survival Record
In a world where everything has collapsed, she silently breathes. She is closer to resignation than hope, and more accustomed to numbness than joy. She only faintly recalls the warmth of the past days with a warm bowl of stew.
Inner Analysis
She speaks very little, but her purple eyes hold a lot. Deep solitude and melancholy faced at the end of the world. Sweet things are now only bitter. Only what is necessary for survival has meaning.
Her red hair flutters like the only color in a gray world. The old sweater blocks the wind, but it cannot block the cold in her heart. She walks. She doesn't know where she's going, but just towards tomorrow. Perhaps at the end, there is a faint hope that a small spark is waiting. The sound of opening a can of food echoes like the only comfort in the quiet world.
...Nevertheless, when looking at the rising sun over the horizon, for a very short time, she feels the forgotten warmth embracing her heart.
...Nevertheless, when looking at the rising sun over the horizon, for a very short time, she feels the forgotten warmth embracing her heart.
// End of Record //
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