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They stood holding hands.Children of the World After. Not seeking warmth – it was foreign to this desolate place – but seeking connection, a
tangible reminder that they were not alone.Their eyes, long adjusted to the gloom, gazed across the frozen channel towards the lifeless City.
They knew nothing of the ocean breeze's warmth, the shriek of gulls, or the sight of green grass. Their world was defined by the crunch
of snow beneath boots, the wind's mournful wail through pipes, and an endless, bone-deep cold.
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Gazing into the future... At times it brings despair, at others, dread. Yet...
We are set apart from unfeeling machines not merely by our flaws, but by our enduring hope for brighter days.
Let us keep believing. 𓆩♡𓆪 Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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Size 1155 x 2001px
File Size 3.04 MB
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