The Last Beekeeper of Avalon. AI-Generated.
The Great Silence did not happen overnight. It was a slow, creeping fade. First, the sparrows vanished from the city parks. Then the crickets stopped their evening chorus. Finally, even the ubiquitous, buzzing flies were gone. The world, once teeming with a billion tiny lives, grew still. And with the insects went the colors—the flowers, unable to pollinate, withered and died, leaving a landscape of grey concrete and brittle, brown earth.
