Auroras danced across the sky, their colors impossibly vibrant and surreal. The ground shook violently, sending them scrambling for stability. From their vantage point, they watched in horror as a massive crack tore through the land below.
Their cabin—once a symbol of safety—teetered on the edge before vanishing into the gaping hole. Jas’s breath caught in their throat. “It’s gone,” they whispered.
Roman gripped their shoulder, his face pale but resolute. “We keep moving,” he said.
Ivy Mae clutched her sketchbook, her knuckles white. “We have to,” she agreed, her voice shaking.
The three of them stood together, the auroras swirling above them, the earth still trembling beneath their feet. The world they knew was gone, but they had each other—and they had to believe that was enough.