☀️ Rex entered the deserted city, where the sand and walls absorbed all sound from the outside. The ruined buildings stood like ghosts of the past, weathered by time and sand. Once, life had thrived here, but now the dry earth consumed everything. Thin streams of sand trailed across the streets, hiding the footprints of those long gone. Rex paused by one of the houses, running his hand over the rough wall. The silence was heavy, yet strangely calming.

🥋 As he wandered through the empty streets, looking at the ruined and abandoned buildings, Rex began to understand the true reason for his exile. It wasn’t hatred or malice from his former comrades, as he had thought. He remembered their wary glances, the fear in their eyes when his mutations became too obvious, when he was no longer who he once was. Fear of the unknown, of what they couldn’t control or understand, had driven their decision.

🧿 This realization slowly seeped into his heart, and the heavy feeling of resentment that had consumed him for so long began to fade. He understood that their actions were driven by fear, not hatred. This revelation led him to forgiveness. He let go of the pain and anger, forgiving them—not for hating him, but for fearing him.

🐶 But with this came a deeper understanding—he had to forgive not just them, but also himself. The silence of the abandoned city became a symbol of the inner peace he had long ignored. In this quiet, amid the desolation and loneliness, he finally allowed himself to accept his own mistakes and changes.