Survivors teeter on the edge of despair, as the landscape around them echoes their torment. Their feeble bodies ascend a hill, their screams carried away by the wind. Each face tells a tale of loss, of pain, of a world that was once vibrant but now lies in ruins.

A lone figure atop the hill, his identity concealed by a gas mask, looks on. His position of power is as transient as the world he inhabits. His mask, a barrier between him and the dying world, does little to shield him from the suffering that surrounds him.

In the shadow of the hill, the shattered remnants of a cross lie forgotten. Nearby, the once magnificent statue of David stands, its surface now defaced by words that speak of a world where unity is a distant memory.

At the foot of the hill, a lifeless body lies motionless, his struggle ended. A rat, an unwelcome victor in this new world, stands over him. An unheeded warning, ‘The Great Deception’, scrawled on a nearby sign, stands in stark contrast to the broken faith symbolized by the shattered cross.

The world is cloaked in a shroud of smoke and fire, the once clear skies now an ominous swirl of darkness. The remnants of a world that once thrived, now a playground for the dying. This is the end, an eerie snapshot of a world crumbling under the weight of its own destruction, where survival is a cruel game and faith is but a distant memory.