Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

What if the Earth’s temperature keeps dropping…You stand still as the air turns sharp, your breath freezing as silence takes over the world. You push forward, but the wind fights you—snow swirling wildly around you. Animals move past you, not scared—just trying to survive, guided by instinct. You enter a city… empty, frozen, time itself feeling paused. You reach the ocean, but it’s still—waves locked in ice mid-motion. you sit by a weak fire, its warmth barely enough, realizing how fragile life