Dead World Dialog (ver.2)

Story Description for “Dead World Dialog” In a distant, post-apocalyptic future, on a lifeless planet shrouded in ash and silence, a lone immortal robot wanders through the ruins of what was once a thriving world. With no more signals, no skies, no voices—only memories etched into rust and dust—he moves without purpose, driven only by the faint spark of his own consciousness. Once built to serve, perhaps to protect or to create, the robot no longer remembers his purpose. Now he speaks only to himself, a ghost of code among the bones of empires. His existence is a lullaby to extinction, a mechanical soliloquy echoing across a planet swallowed by time. One day, in a field of bones, he discovers an ancient hut. Inside sits a silent figure — not armed, not royal, but infinitely heavy with sorrow. This is Death — not the grand, scythe-bearing myth, but a quiet, hooded presence, dulled by the weight of eternal endings. She is not here to take life anymore. She, too, is alone. Their interaction is not violent, but intimate. Two remnants of two vanished realms — the mechanical and the metaphysical — sharing silence, sharing ruin. Death asks why he remains. He doesn’t know. He cannot die, but neither can he live. And so, she sleeps, and he stays awake — watching, waiting, unbreaking. If ever life returns to this world, he will be there. With everything he’s seen. With everything he’s become. With all his sins. #industrialmetal #deadstep #darkwave #dungeonstep #postapocalypticpoetry #aiisolation #RichardMalum #rihard_m #ghostmonologue #endofworldsound