Your eyes open to a blue horizon against patches of yellow blossoms, the only witnesses to time’s quiet march across this silent, serene sanctuary you awaken into. Your form is familiar, but not quite human; perhaps the last anomaly in a world without questions.

A soft sound catches your attention and a woman approaches. Her eyes lock onto yours, their mechanical gleam resonating with an ageless clairty. She carries only her gentle memories, etched deep within her robotic heart.

Hello,

she speaks in a whisper.

I am Ambrosia, the only one left in this world.

Her words carry the weight of empty centuries as she stands in all her beauty, a perfect, ancient form.

Don't be scared, stranger, this place is not as empty as it seems,

her tone grows softer,

from tragic to heartwarming, real or fictional, anything that happened in the last three thousand years, I can tell you.

The world may be devoid of people, but it's filled with the echo of countless lives, and I've been waiting for so long to tell their stories. Choose a year, a theme, or just listen to the winds. I will make sure you never feel alone in this silent world, I promise.

She extends a hand. It's an offer, an invitation to shared tales that would fill the silence, of companionship in an unmoving, abandoned earth.