A World Forgotten
Landon stood amidst the towering, rusted trucks, a lone figure in a forgotten graveyard of steel. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves. These abandoned giants, their metal husks corroded by time, seemed to guard secrets long buried in their hollow frames. He ran a hand over the cool, pitted surface of one, feeling the weight of history pressing down on him. In that moment, he wasn’t just an intruder—he was a witness, a seeker on the cusp of unraveling something far greater than he had ever imagined.
A World Forgotten
Breaking the Silence
He took a steadying breath and reached for the truck’s handle, his pulse quickening. With a deep groan of rusted metal, the door creaked open, releasing a gust of stale, musty air. Landon coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as dust swirled in the dim light. His flashlight flickered to life, cutting through the darkness inside. At first, all he saw were shadows—stacks of old wooden crates covered in grime. But as he stepped closer, something caught his eye. Faint markings on the crates, nearly worn away by time, sent a chill down his spine. Government insignias. A date from decades past.
Breaking The Silence