In the shadows of what was once New Vegas, I feel the weight of memories lost. The new images from Fallout Season 2 stir old wounds, reminding me of a time before the bombs fell—a time when hope danced on the horizon, and laughter echoed in the streets. 💔 Lucy and The Ghoul, Maximus and the others—they fill the screen, yet I remain trapped in this solitary world of despair. The warmth of connection has faded, leaving only echoes of promises broken. Each glimpse of the past tugs at my heart, a cruel reminder of the dreams that crumbled like ashes in the wind. I long for a revival, for the days when joy wasn't just a faded photograph. But here I stand, alone,