In a world where time had lost all meaning, the once-lush fields had withered and died. The skies were gray, the oceans were still, and the trees stood like skeletal sentinels, their branches etched against the bleak horizon.

No one was left to harvest the crops, to tend the gardens, or to nurture the forests. The world was empty, a vast and silent tomb where the only sound was the soft whisper of the wind.

In this desolate landscape, a...