Geocaching (10)

But something about the trauma space's scenery was off.

"Huh? What?"

The hellscape in my memory was, quite literally, a bizarre, grotesque place.

The saturation itself had shifted slightly toward gray, but it wasn't much different from reality, and the only thing that had changed was that everyone in the world had their eyes and mouths sewn shut.

But... that scenery had changed.

There were collapsed buildings everywhere.

And they weren't collapsed in any ordinary way.

They were cut cleanly, as if by something.

Those huge buildings had been cut diagonally in half from the middle.

The severed debris was piled around, making them look as though they had simply collapsed...