The orange waves of sand gently brushed upon the ruins. It’s silent now, the people are gone, and the buildings but a reflection of the horrors this planet has endured. From the distance, a Titan by the name of Ishkander appeared. While his Pike slowly came to a stop, he looked down on the rust covered walkways and then up towards the crumbling skyscrapers and shook his head. “Where’d it all go?” he thought “Where’d we go wrong?” The titan slowly made his trek down the sand dune he was perched upon and entered the ruins with his shotgun ready. As he stepped into the city, a light caught his eye. A hallway, barely lit, yet a sign that perhaps this city wasn’t abandoned after all. Ishkander slowly advanced towards the light, with a hope in his heart that maybe, just maybe, he could find out what happened here. Those hopes were short lived; as he stepped into the dim light a shadow rose up from behind him. A cabal on patrol snuck in and blocked the only exit. It didn’t speak, the cabal went straight to his rifle’s holster, but was too late; Ishkander had already fired a shotgun shell towards the cabal’s neck. The gunshot rang throughout the ruins and the ground started to shake, cabal started rising up through the ground like weeds, agitated to be awoken from their slumber. The titan made his way with a burst of speed and a flash of his shotgun through the ruins returning to the sand dune where he started. Ishkander mounted his Pike before he was overrun and sped out of there, unsatisfied he wasn’t able to explore that hallway, but hopeful because someday soon, he’ll come back, and this time, he’ll be ready. (For those who do not see the dim light it is in the bottom right of the picture, in what looks like a small hallway to me. Anecdote is 295 words)