When Silence Falls

generated at 2025-06-05

The world had ended in a blink of an eye. The once blue sky was now a deep, foreboding grey. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash. I stood amidst the ruins of what was once my home, my heart heavy with grief.

It started on that fateful day when Orson Welles' 'War of the Worlds' broadcast caused mass hysteria. People believed an alien invasion was underway, and chaos ensued. The world descended into darkness as governments collapsed, and society crumbled.

Now, I'm one of the few survivors, wandering this desolate landscape in search of answers. I've lost count of time; days blend together in this endless expanse of destruction. My only solace is the silence that falls with each passing moment, a reminder that I'm not alone in my grief.

But as I walk, I notice something peculiar – the silence seems to be growing louder, more profound. It's as if the world itself is whispering a haunting truth: that even in the midst of chaos, there's always room for peace.

(Word Count: 176)