Sorrow Tomorrow: The Forgotten Ones
Altus stood on the edge of the towering skyscraper, the neon lights of the futuristic city of Aurora casting a turquoise glow over his black cyberpunk attire. Below, the caravan of forgotten ones meandered through the streets, their makeshift market displaying a mix of music and art that defied the oppressive regime ruling over the city. Altus breathed in the electric air, the weight of their nomadic existence heavy on his shoulders, a constant reminder of the secondary phase where the privileged turned a blind eye to their struggle. The city pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the constant battle for survival that the forgotten ones faced each day. Altus's gaze scanned the bustling streets, taking in the sights and sounds that surrounded him, a mix of beauty and brutality that defined their existence. He couldn't help but wonder how they had come to be in this place, a world divided between the haves and the have-nots, where their art was both a beacon of hope a...