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A single cup of tea left cold on the kitchen table.
The vines breaking in through the windows and door.
The unkempt lawn,
overgrown to the point of being unnavigable.
The chilling air,
the uninhabited silence.
There was no one here anymore,
or anywhere for that matter.
Just the plants and the crows,
reclaiming the earth one sinewy root at a time.
The absence of life.
There were still things alive out there in the wilder world,
but it was different.
The bustling cities had become all too quiet.
The way they were untouched was macabre,
like time had paused, and would resume any moment.
You would see a line of cars, stuck in traffic, but no one inside.
Restaurants with the open sign illuminated, but nothing else.
Charters drifting aimlessly through the ocean, no crew aboard.
And a cup of cold tea, left sitting on the kitchen table.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC