An empty clearing in monochrome tones. Silence. A wide clearing, frozen in shades of gray and purple, as if dusted with the ashes of time. The burnt grass, like an old photograph, loses its clarity at the edges, merging with the faded sky. Dry stems, almost transparent, sway in the cold wind, casting trembling shadows on the ground. In the distance are the skeletons of trees, their gnarled branches drawn like coal along the pale horizon. The air is thick, as if filled with fine dust, erasing the boundaries between earth and sky. No birds, no animals - only rare, sharp stones sticking out of the soil, like the fragments of a forgotten civilization. Even the light, falling obliquely and hesitantly, seems faded, as if the world around is forever stuck in the gap between dawn and dusk. The clearing is not empty - it is waiting. But what? Perhaps the shadows of the past, perhaps the one who dares to disturb her silence.

with a slight rustling of his clothes, a picture of thoughtfulness began. His serious face, the lights in his eye sockets, directed at the jagged horizon. As a presence in the emptiness of his soul, one could understand that his shell had lost such a rare opportunity to have redeeming qualities. This tall monster, as if the most dangerous, but the only way to survive in the abyss, and the way that will lead to another path. Of course, if the creature in front of him is useful. So many attempts, he thought that determination would help him, but... He was tired in a sense, but he will not show it. To anyone.