The Day Sun Vanished

The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control. My timid brain struggles to grasp the connection between the endless downpour and the lifeless metal enforcers roaming our city. Maybe the sun abandoned this place the same day ‘life’ did, leaving only the cold drizzle and creeping decay behind. It no longer feels like rain—it feels like mourning, a ceaseless sob drumming against the ruins of a world we lost.