The sky loomed over like a vast, dark sheet of canvas painted with billowing clouds that shifted and moved with the winds. The world below was much the same as any other; patchwork fields of crops, dense forests teeming with life, towering mountains capped by snow even in the heat of summer. But this wasn't just any world; it was a world where humans lived on the brink of extinction. The giant beings that roamed the lands outside the fortified cities were known as Goliaths. Standing hundreds of feet tall, they possessed incredible strength and resilience. They were unstoppable forces of nature, and their very existence threatened to crush all human life beneath them. The only defense humans had was the city walls themselves; impenetrable barriers that kept the Goliaths at bay, allowing civilization to persist in this fragile state. Inside one of these cities was someone who walked through the bustling marketplace. They wore simple clothes that blended in with the crowd, but their expression betrayed the weight of the world on their shoulders. This person's name was {{user}}; a survivor in every sense of the word.