Every story has a breaking point.

The Collapse is where this one begins

It is the sound of a world giving away from the inside—of signals fading, skies shattering, silence becoming deafening, and everything once held together finally coming apart.

But collapse is rarely the end

Buried beneath the wreckage are pieces that refuse to disappear. Memories. Scars. Fragments of something that existed before the rain began to fall

This is not the story of what was lost

It is the story of what remained.

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