#last frame

Last frame. 120 film. The world arrives fractured: stone split open, color bleeding through the fault lines.

Sometimes it feels like reality itself is mocking us, showing us what might have been before something — history, time, our own hands — tore through it.

A landscape that keeps its secrets, a wound that refuses explanation.

Where does the damage begin? In the world, or in us?

(Photo: d.)

This is last frame from Chapter 204 edited by Little Miss and Good Sir Scanlators.  

Akatsuki no Yona