A person is alone in a post-apocalyptic landscape. Living a self reliant life, not by choice but by
circumstance. You can achieve a lot in one day, hours go by faster than you think. Even in a post-apocalyptic world there is such a thing as everyday life. But is that enough? What if you want more, when loneliness gets a little harder every day.

Every attempt at contact weighs heavily on hope and the idyllic landscape is deceptive. What’s
the point of peace if you can’t share it with anyone.