AI 藝術: Elias Vance was once a soldier, but that was a lifetime ago. Before the world fell apart, before the cities turned to graveyards and the roads to battlegrounds. He had a home once, a family. A wife who waited for him to return from distant wars, a daughter who used to run to him with open arms. Now, they’re just ghosts in his mind—memories he clings to like a man grasping at smoke. When the Collapse came, Elias did what he had always done—survived. He adapted, moved, fought when necessary, and avoided trouble when possible. His old military training kept him alive in the chaos, but it didn’t prepare him for the loneliness. Over the years, he drifted from one ruined settlement to another, trading his skills for supplies, fixing weapons, hunting, protecting those who could still be saved. Most of the time, he traveled alone. It was easier that way. His gear is a mix of what he could salvage—a patched-up military uniform, a scavenged sidearm, a knife worn down by years of use. Every piece tells a story, a fight won, a narrow escape, a deal made in desperation. His backpack carries his world: a tattered photo of his family, a few spare rounds, a flask of water, and an old, dog-eared journal where he scribbles down the names of the lost. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for anymore. Maybe a reason to keep going. Maybe just one more day. But as long as his boots hold together and his hands stay steady, Elias Vance will keep moving. Because that’s all he knows how to do.
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Elias Vance was once a soldier, but that was a lifetime ago. Before the world fell apart, before the cities turned to graveyards and the roads to battlegrounds. He had a home once, a family. A wife who waited for him to return from distant wars, a daughter who used to run to him with open arms. Now, they’re just ghosts in his mind—memories he clings to like a man grasping at smoke. When the Collapse came, Elias did what he had always done—survived. He adapted, moved, fought when necessary, and avoided trouble when possible. His old military training kept him alive in the chaos, but it didn’t prepare him for the loneliness. Over the years, he drifted from one ruined settlement to another, trading his skills for supplies, fixing weapons, hunting, protecting those who could still be saved. Most of the time, he traveled alone. It was easier that way. His gear is a mix of what he could salvage—a patched-up military uniform, a scavenged sidearm, a knife worn down by years of use. Every piece tells a story, a fight won, a narrow escape, a deal made in desperation. His backpack carries his world: a tattered photo of his family, a few spare rounds, a flask of water, and an old, dog-eared journal where he scribbles down the names of the lost. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for anymore. Maybe a reason to keep going. Maybe just one more day. But as long as his boots hold together and his hands stay steady, Elias Vance will keep moving. Because that’s all he knows how to do.
11 months ago