April 11, 2095: The last working streetlight flickers to life and dies before the morning sun breaks the horizon. Its light, a ghost of neon blue, illuminates the empty streets of New Metro.
August 22, 2102: A transmission crackles on the old ham radio, its words garbled yet familiar. "Station 7, come in. Requesting visual confirmation." Silence follows, stretching into the abyss.
March 17, 2099: Sylvia found a rusty drone in her attic, forgotten beneath layers of dust and cobwebs. She recalls its whirring laughter as it reported the weather above the rooftops.
November 3, 2101: The power grid hums beneath the ground, silent yet omnipresent. Children dare each other to touch the fences, electric and unseen, that once kept a vibrant world alive.