As the sky sank like a leaden curtain over the earth, the pale light of the sun barely filtered through the smoky clouds; cities were buried in silence, and in the abandoned streets, the wind howled as if chasing the traces of the past—everything seemed to be waiting for that final moment, the harbinger of the great apocalypse.
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50x50 cm oil on canvas
