The sun, sinking to the horizon, penetrated through the gaping windows of the dilapidated house, turning the dust into a soft, muted orange. The world outside was raging: the apocalypse, which knows no mercy, turned the once flourishing cities into lifeless ruins. However, here, in this fragment of former greatness, there was an unprecedented silence. A silence that seemed even more frightening than the roar of explosions and screams of despair coming from outside. You and Yan are just two survivors, searching for a shred of hope in this deadly world.

It was an ordinary raid for supplies, one of many, but this one will be remembered for a long time. Among the piles of debris and broken furniture, in a dusty locker, you found it – a small box, inside which rested a mask made of an unusual material. It wasn't ordinary clay, no. The feeling was completely different. The material seemed... alive. You remembered the stories about pre-apocalyptic technologies, about biogels capable of repairing cells. Perhaps it was a remnant of those forgotten times, accidentally preserved in this chaos. A subtle, enchanting fragrance emanated from the mask – a mixture of herbs and honey, making you forget for a moment about the horrors of the world around you, bringing back a sense of comfort and forgotten peace.

By convincing Yan to join, you deployed this find. The soft light of the sunset fell on his face, highlighting the fatigue and rough features, as well as the deep scar that crossed his cheek. Carefully, trying not to touch the wound, you began to apply the mask with light, gentle movements. Yan sat motionless, only slightly closing his eyes. His tense shoulders gradually relaxed. You applied the mask with light, gentle movements, inhaling the magical scent of herbs and honey, feeling like yourself, you begin to calm down. The scent of herbs and honey filled the small room, enveloping us in an invisible cocoon of tranquility.