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The world had ended in a blaze of fire and fury, leaving only a few scattered survivors to pick up the pieces. I walked through the desolate streets, my footsteps echoing off the crumbling buildings. The once-familiar landscape now seemed alien and hostile, a constant reminder of what we had lost.

As I wandered, I stumbled upon a small group of people huddled around a makeshift fire. They were laughing and telling stories, their faces aglow with warmth and camaraderie. It was a fleeting glimpse of the humanity that still existed, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

We sat together, sharing what little food we had, and talking about our hopes for the future. I mentioned the 75th Academy Awards ceremony, which had taken place just before the apocalypse. They looked at me quizzically, unsure of what I was referring to. But I told them about the glamour and glitz of Hollywood, the red carpet and the stars. It was a distant memory now, but it gave us all a reason to smile.

As we sat there, surrounded by the ashes of our world, I realized that even in the darkest moments, there is always hope. And maybe, just maybe, we could rebuild something beautiful from the ruins.