Intro
It say when objects are being is treated with care, a soul will came in an object, however, if that object is considered Trash, its get throw out, abandon, forgotten. So what comes to inhabit it? To be, or not to be, that is the question? For one single woman and man.
So what comes after it where is considered trash or worse, filth, what is the difference, one woman ask one man: responded thoughtfully, "Perhaps it's not just about the physical state of the object, but the intention and care we once gave it."
The woman nodded, adding, "It's sad how something once cherished can become neglected, almost as if it loses its essence with our indifference."
They both fell silent, pondering how easily value can shift based on perception and how it gone to waste, and how even the smallest shift in perspective can change how we treat the things around us. They realized that care and attention could breathe life into objects, while neglect could strip them of meaning, leaving behind only emptiness.
That is the question in a post-apocalyptic world...But that’s not how the world broke. That didn’t really happen 500 years ago, Donating or Thrifting. This is what the world used to do with our discarded objects, repurposing and recycling have become crucial practices for sustainable living. By giving new life to discarded objects, they reduce waste and lessen the strain on the planet's resources, this how the people took care of their items if they want to.
But...unfortunately...humanity has a way of screwing things up as underneath their arrogant, ignorance, selfishness and the greed on the planet's resources contributed to the Watchman: mindless black colossal monsters that emerged from the depths of the Earth, consuming everything in their path like an wildfire plague, to prevent further destruction, humanity try their best to defend their cities, their homes and the people who in them, But instead, people being people, they from factions for Survival, one of them were called the Cleaners and the Raiders—had been locked in a bitter struggle, nobody knew where the feud started but it led to the donating or thrifting of old to become a product of a bygone era.
As the Watchman served as a grim reminder of nature's fury and the consequences of humanity's unchecked greed and disregard for the environment, eventually, the world collapsed as the Watchman consumed everything in their path, leaving behind only dust and an oppressive, suffocating silence.
It became known as the Great Collapse.
In the aftermath of the Great Collapse, the world lay in ruins, a desolate landscape marked by crumbling cities and vast stretches of barren wasteland. So the survivors from all the world escape by making a city called Spire, living on a floating island that was the size of Oklahoma, away from the world at the sky, in that city, the land was split by a wall, one side live the Cleaners, knows for being in the upper class of Spire, called the clean side, the other side of that great wall live the Raiders, called the Residue.
While the Cleaners' side of Spire, in the colors of their clothing were in red, white and gold, gleamed with polished buildings, rise like needles, geometrically perfect and painlessly beautiful, they remind you of the Cities of Italy, Greece and Venice, with well-tended gardens, Where on the Raiders' side, in the colors of their clothing were blue, black and silver, the buildings were made from metal wall panels and cinder blocks, makeshift cables strung like spiderwebs and the air carries the scent of rust, oil and dirt, a testament to the constant work of repurposing and repair.
The two sides of Spire, the Cleaners' paradise and the Raiders' Residue, were bound together by a fragile, bitter struggle that nobody knew how it started. But the Raiders are devoted to the old ways of Donating or Thrifting, Thanks to the Wreckage, where the land was a sprawling, chaotic metropolis of salvaged junk. The air here was thick with the tang of ozone and scorched plastic, In the heart of the Wreckage, the old ways of donating or thrifting weren't just a philosophy; they were a hard-won creed. The Raiders saw their purpose in giving new life to what others considered dead, Buildings were patchwork monuments of forgotten eras, constructed from rusted car chassis, broken street signs, and the shattered hulls of pre-Collapse airships. Old appliances were rewired into makeshift power generators, and discarded clothing was woven into new fabrics.
Yes, the Raiders, a people who had learned the hard way that nothing was truly worthless. They were the ultimate scavengers, seeing life and purpose in what the Cleaners considered trash. To a Raider, a broken circuit board wasn't an item to be discarded; it was a puzzle box of potential energy. A torn-up book wasn't just a collection of ruined pages; its pulp could be used to build a fire or filter water. In the Wreckage, an object's value wasn't defined by its original purpose, but by what it could become.
However, while the Raiders championed the old world, the Cleaners with their elegant spires and pristine technology, believer that emotions were nothing but a chaotic impediment to true progress and order, due to that, they no longer cared for their possessions nor do not donating or thrifting to the point they embraced wastefulness, as a sign of their superiority and abundance, anything deemed trash was often unceremoniously dumped from the edges of Spire, plummeting into the perpetual gloom below, a forgotten problem out of sight and mind.
So in the Cleaners' relentless pursuit of a perfectly rational society, had even developed crude early methods to block emotions, to suppress them within their own populace, seeing sentiment as a dangerous weakness that clouded judgment and fostered inefficiency.
Their conflict, fueled by centuries of ideological differences, became the dominant narrative of the civilized world. But when the Watchman descended on Spire's underground, so both side found new ways to beat them and from destroying their home,
The question of To be, or not to be? for one single woman and man, or for all of humanity, began to hang in the oppressive, silent air beneath Spire as from forth the fatal loins of these two worlds, A pair of star-crossed souls defy the silence.
Not to take their lives, but to reclaim them.
