Upon awakening, I beheld an unaltered sky, reminiscent of the tableau etched in my memory. It remained a desolate, yet oddly resplendent hue of brown. The sun appeared to have dissipated entirely amidst this amalgamation of brown and yellow, obscuring even the indistinct boundaries. A stifling silence enveloped the surroundings, rendering the air stagnant. Devoid of wind and verdant flora, the atmosphere was permeated with a veil of dust. With great effort, I managed to rise, only to encounter a vista tainted by grime, with a layer of dust having settled before my eyes. Vaguely, I discerned a slender figure. “This marks the seventeenth month since the incursion of extraterrestrial…