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The Last Spark
#WritcoStoryPrompt122
In the midst of a quiet, moonlit night, a sudden darkness descended upon the city. The once bustling streets were now shrouded in a somber stillness, their usual glow extinguished by an unforeseen power outage.
Without warning, the comforting hum of electricity was replaced by an eerie silence, as if the world had been plunged into a deep slumber. For many, the absence of light brought with it an overwhelming sense of uncertainty, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of darkness, with no guide to lead them back to familiar shores.
As the hours turned into days, it became evident that this blackout was unlike any that had come before. There were no answers, no assurances of when the light would return. In the absence of...
In the midst of a quiet, moonlit night, a sudden darkness descended upon the city. The once bustling streets were now shrouded in a somber stillness, their usual glow extinguished by an unforeseen power outage.
Without warning, the comforting hum of electricity was replaced by an eerie silence, as if the world had been plunged into a deep slumber. For many, the absence of light brought with it an overwhelming sense of uncertainty, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of darkness, with no guide to lead them back to familiar shores.
As the hours turned into days, it became evident that this blackout was unlike any that had come before. There were no answers, no assurances of when the light would return. In the absence of...
