The Last Walkers

No one remembers exactly when the world began to change. Cities disappeared beneath ash, the ground split open, and a permanent mist settled over what remained.
Long after the last human voices had faded, something began moving through the empty landscape. Life had taken unfamiliar paths, quietly reshaping itself around a world that had become almost unrecognizable.
Among the volcanic plains, these new forms wander through the ruins, following instincts inherited from a vanished age. There is no return to what once was—only a slow continuation, shaped by everything the planet has endured.
The old world is gone, but life continued, not because it stayed the same, but because it became something new.