Samnýtt hljóð

You wake up to silence. The streets are empty. Cars left running, doors swinging in the wind, but no one is there. Shops stand open, shelves full, but no footsteps echo inside. You call out. Nothing. Check your phone. No notifications, no messages—just static. You wander through the city, notici…

You wake up to silence. The streets are empty. Cars left running, doors swinging in the wind, but no one is there. Shops stand open, shelves full, but no footsteps echo inside. You call out. Nothing. Check your phone. No notifications, no messages—just static. You wander through the city, noticing the little things: a coffee cup on the sidewalk, a newspaper half-buried in dust, a dog barking somewhere far away—but no humans. The sky is the same as always. The sun rises, the clouds drift. Lif