Four Days Later — Planet Azakra
There was something hauntingly timeless about this place.
A realm seemingly cut away from the erosion of days, the ticking of seconds, and the endless decay that plagued even the grandest of empires.
A massive garden stretched endlessly, its boundaries swallowed by the distant, shimmering horizon.
It was a paradise of symmetry and grandeur—immaculate statues forged from rare marbles and metals gleamed under twin suns, each shaped with such mastery they seemed ready to breathe.
Ancient trees, with trunks as wide as towers, loomed above like cosmic sentinels, their leaves whispering songs of empires long dead.
But for all its grandeur, the garden was... silent.
Too silent.
There were no children laughing between the hedges, no lovers resting beneath the boughs, no old storytellers spinning sagas into the wind.
No birds perched on branches, no insects skittered through the grass, not even the hum of distant machines.
