Calles vacías, silencio y oscuridad. (ES-EN)

<div class="text-justify"> --- Olor a humedad con una sensación de frío, fuera de este mundo, en la piel. El amanecer ilumina la soledad. > The smell of dampness and a cold, otherworldly sensation on the skin. Dawn illuminates the solitude. ---   --- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGCCSToraPc Para escuchar mientras se lee la historia – To listen to whilst reading the story [Fuente](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGCCSToraPc)  <details> <summary>ENGLISH VERSION (click here!)</summary><p> I wander through the empty streets; reflections in the damp pavement appear as the first light of day breaks. There are no colours, only the shadows of nothingness itself, with no footsteps, no words, not a soul to be seen. It was not yet dawn, but the light was peeping through, whilst silence settled upon every brick, every building, every pavement, behind the windows and doors. No one was looking through them. Only unsettling darkness and solitude. It was not a solitude sought out, but the feeling that no one inhabited this place, or any other. >I walked without seeing anyone, only empty buildings, knowing that no one was there. No birdsong, nor the sound of a gentle breeze, no scent of flowers, only the dampness on the ground, which reflected a few glimmers, but without any sign of life. Suddenly I found myself in a house, with no furniture to be seen. Instead, countless drawers were stacked high against the walls. Simple wooden drawers, yet inside they contained what had once been alive and which, from one moment to the next, were now merely lifeless bodies. ---   --- >Horror flooded my vision when I saw their faces, their final poses as they died; in my mind I could hear the screams, the pain at the sight of those bodies contorted in agony. Unrecognisable faces, as if in the final second something had filled their last vision with terror, and what they saw or felt was torment never before experienced on earth. They were all the same, as if mummified in that position of visual and sensory torture, as if they had been frozen at the very moment they were suffering intense pain within, their insides being torn apart by something they could not control but which was tearing them apart from within. I looked at their faces and thought I could see those final moments: men, women, children, there was no distinction; it had taken them all, without exception. >Back on the street, walking amidst the silence and solitude of a city sleeping the eternal sleep from which it would never awaken. Thus I arrived at what looked like a bar or a café, where the scene was more desolate than terrifying. Black and white was the colour; it was a nightmare, yet in the first person, I was it. Inside, people of all ages lay as if asleep, in seas of blood and agony, where there was no longer any life. From their ears and noses, strands of the vital fluid that flows through the veins now formed pools around their expressionless faces, devoid of joy or sorrow. --- <center>  </center> ![separador sangre.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/avdesing/23xyLavpsC6UFe […]