Y2: Studio

Eternal Afternoon resumed. The clock now read 3:00 PM. The fire was out. The house was pristine. But everything was rendered in shades of gray now, except for one object: the silver Sharpie.

Below ground, the pixelated sun was setting in a perfect, orange gradient—a color no longer found in nature, only in the nostalgia of a dead decade. y2 studio

Lena smiled. It was a small, sad, honest smile—the first she’d had in three years. Eternal Afternoon resumed