People walked along the tunnel, traversing a field of ruins. The tunnel led to the city's intricate underground network. Going deeper, they would embrace a new life, but the price of freedom was facing a future completely unknown. No one knew what would happen tomorrow. Perhaps they would scatter like dust in this tunnel, or perhaps, they would turn the pages of history.
But no matter the outcome,
in this age where daylight has yet to break, they would be like a flickering torch before dawn, illuminating the dark fields. Those who shared the same vision would see this flame. Across the expanse of time, even when bodies burn to ashes, there will always be strong hands, firmly taking over this flame, raising the torch, until the fire is passed on.
Some people always say, before dawn arrives, someone needs to light up the darkness.
