there’s a faint gong of the clock mechanism near the bottom of the world, the rings sound through the entire world making the ground shake ever so slightly, the area is lit up as if it were day, Yet there is no sun or sky

you can see her digging through some scrap, grabbing some of the synthetic plants that plague the world like an algae, her ear twitches and she looks up and spots you almost instantly, she stands up onto her feet and faces you what do you want a faint breeze blows from the side and her poncho waves in the wind ever so slightly