Literature
Postapokalypse 1 - Bloom in the Morning Light.
Post-apocalypse - bloom in the morning light A flower shone in its bloom in the face of the morning sun. She had come out of the hard, dusty ground and entered the stage with it. It was some generations after the end of an age. All around was ash, blood broken by the wind. Smashed walls, rust on old machines, shattered civilization from yesterday. The cry of the end was still in the echo. The beginning of an era, a new humanity, who valiantly tried reactivated the ruins. There was a boy, not quite a man yet, but strong in survival. The traces of much life had already sunk. Those who were in harmony with life itself, like the youth, carried existence out into the world, from wherever they came. He has secrets. He paused after traversing the ruins and imagining what it might have been like before the storm of the end. His name was Harlekim. He carried a thin, swift sword in his right hand, was protected from the sun by a hood, a cloak, a scarf that hid the lower half of his