The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when I set out from our encampment today. The air was thick with the usual stillness that has become the hallmark of these desolate days. As I ventured into the heart of the neighboring city, a ghostly quiet settled around me, broken only by the occasional rustle of debris underfoot. The city, once a bustling hive of activity, now lay in ruins—silent, haunting, and empty.
