In a humble, weather-beaten shelter nestled amidst the towering trees, the Trader pored over worn maps and tattered ledgers, each documenting the fluctuations of currencies in this new era of scarcity. The once-mighty currencies now held value not in luxury but in the procurement of essential resources: food, clean water, and the occasional rare commodity salvaged from the remnants of the old world.

In the quiet moments between trades and barterings, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky with hues of amber and crimson, the Trader would sometimes pause, reflecting on the remnants of the past world and harboring a distant hope that amidst the overgrown wilderness and scarcity, there might still be a chance for a semblance of order and compassion to prevail.

Midjourney / After Effects / Premiere / FL Studio