Something scurried through the rubble of the ancient ruins. A small mammal. It looked at us for a short moment, then ran for cover under the giant blocks of fallen concrete, its colourful tail tip leaving a dotted trail in the dust. It appeared unconcerned, almost … happy?
How can we know for sure unless we try?
Something scurried through the rubble of the ancient ruins. A small mammal. It looked at us for a short moment, then ran for cover under the giant blocks of fallen concrete, its colourful tail tip leaving a dotted trail in the dust. It appeared unconcerned, almost … happy?
Life goals.