Before They Noticed

A lone figure stands at the edge of a cracked, empty road, facing a horizon swallowed by red mist. Behind them, the remnants of a city lean inward like they're listening. Faint silhouettes - almost human - gather in the distance, unmoving. Watching.

The figure clutches something small and worn - maybe a notebook, maybe a weapon. It's unclear. A broken sign nearby reads only: "REMEMBER."

Everything feels still. Too still. Like the world is holding its breath.

The title They Came After the Silence is almost hidden in the texture of the ruins - like a message that was never meant to be found.