Nastya

Sitting on the snow-covered roof, the mouse gazed up at St. Basil's Cathedral, its multicolored domes glinting under the moonlight like precious stones. From her observatory, she could see beyond the smoking ruins and rubble, beyond the horrors of the apocalypse that had ravaged their world.

Although this dream had been swept away by storms of jellyfish and chaos, the mouse felt that something precious still remained, a flickering light to be cherished and protected. She pulled her cloak tighter around her, letting her thoughts drift towards an uncertain yet hopeful future.