In the center of a crumbling, overgrown city street, a single functioning light stands tall amidst the ruins, flickering with a soft, amber glow. Surrounding the light is a rugged survivor, kneeling with one hand resting on the ground, their face partially obscured by a makeshift mask. Their clothing is worn, layered with scavenged materials, and they carry a heavy backpack filled with supplies. A faint pulse of energy emanates from the light, casting ripples of distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt and debris- strewn pavement. Small particles of dust float eerily in the beam of light, caught in the amber glow. The scene is still, but the survivor’s intense gaze is fixed on the beacon, as if drawn to it for some unknown purpose. Faint beams of pale light break through shattered windows in the background, illuminating the remains of rusted cars and crumbling structures