Man In The Wasteland

[A Few Months Ago]

From the depths of a spatial rift, a young man emerged. His dark hair cascaded down his chiselled features, emphasizing his tall and handsome physique.

With an air of confidence, he surveyed the desolate, ruined world that lay before him.

The remnants of buildings stood looking like hollowed skeletons, their structures crumbling and decaying under the weight of time. Jagged shards of glass and twisted metal littered the ground, remnants of a forgotten era.

Yet, despite the desolation surrounding him, the young man remained unfazed. His stoic face, etched with a sense of familiarity, betrayed no surprise at his sudden change in environment. As his piercing gaze swept across the desolation, memories stirred within him, like ghosts from a bygone time.

"Mmm, brings back memories," he muttered, his voice carrying an undertone of both nostalgia and resignation.