Zelené listy sa jemne pohybovali vo vetre.

The green leaves gently swayed in the wind.

Jarná vôňa prenikala do všetkých kútov opustených ciest.

The scent of spring permeated all corners of the deserted roads.

Milan a Zuzana kráčali spolu, no každý mal svoju cestu v hlave.

Milan and Zuzana walked together, yet each had their own path in mind.

Svet okolo nich bol plný ticha, prerušovaného len šušťaním zničeného listia pod nohami.

The world around them was full of silence, interrupted only by the rustling of decayed leaves underfoot.

Milan držal v ruke starý, zmačkaný mapový útržok.

Milan held an old, crumpled map fragment in his hand.

Tvrdil, že ich privedie k legendárnemu útočisku.

He claimed it would lead them to the legendary refuge.

Mapu našiel v opustenom dome, medzi knihami, ktoré voľakedy učil svojich žiakov.

He found the map in an abandoned house, among books he once used to teach his students.

Cítil, že to je znamenie.

He felt it was a sign.

Zuzana nebola až taká presvedčená.

Zuzana was not so convinced.

Videla príliš veľa sľubov, ktoré sa nikdy nesplnili.

She had seen too many promises that were never fulfilled.

Ale zatiaľ čo nemala iné možnosti, sledovala Milana, dúfajúc aspoň na kúsok pravdy.

But since she had no other options, she followed Milan, hoping for at least a shred of truth.

Krajina okolo nich bola zničená a opustená.

The landscape around them was ruined and abandoned.

Stará múzeá, školy, obchody, všetko zarastené a pusté.

Old museums, schools, shops, all overgrown and desolate.

Kde-tu zaznelo zasyčanie zvierat, ktorých viac nemožno nazvať domácimi.

Here and there, the hissing of animals could be heard, creatures that could no longer be called domestic.

Mutácie si vzali, čo ostalo z normálneho sveta.

Mutations had claimed what was left of the normal world.

„Milan, prečo veríš tomu kúsku papiera?

"Milan, why do you believe in that piece of paper?"

“ opýtala sa Zuzana, keď zastali pri starom moste.

Zuzana asked as they stopped by an old bridge.

Most bol zničený, ale križoval malý potok, kde si mohli napustiť fľašky s čistou vodou.

The bridge was destroyed, but it crossed a small stream where they could fill their bottles with clear water.

„Verím tomu, pretože musím,“ odpovedal Milan a pozrel jej do očí.

"I believe in it because I have to," Milan replied, looking into her eyes.

„Ak stratím nádej, stratím všetko.

"If I lose hope, I lose everything.

Verím, že niekde tam vonku je lepší život.

I believe there's a better life out there somewhere.

Možno nie dokonalý, ale lepší.

Maybe not perfect, but better."

“Zuzana mlčky prikývla.

Zuzana nodded silently.

Cesta bola dlhá a často nebezpečná.

The journey was long and often dangerous.

Mali málo jedla a vetry boli stále chladné, aj keď jar už bola na dohmat.

They had little food, and the winds were still cold, even though spring was within reach.

Napriek tomu pokračovali ďalej.

Nevertheless, they continued onward.

Deň za dňom kráčali, čoraz bližšie k cieľu.

Day after day, they walked, getting closer to their goal.

Nakoniec prišli k označeným súradniciam na mape.

Finally, they arrived at the coordinates marked on the map.

Našli tam zarastené ruiny starého mesta.

They found the overgrown ruins of an old town.

Vyzeralo to pokojne, ale aj desivo.

It looked peaceful, yet eerie.

Bolo to iné ako ostatné krajiny, viac opustené, viac spokojné so svojim úpadkom.

It was different from other lands, more abandoned, more content with its decline.

„Nič tu nie je,“ povedala Zuzana s jemnou únavou v hlase.

"There's nothing here," Zuzana said, with a slight fatigue in her voice.

Bola sklamaná.

She was disappointed.

Boli tak blízko, všetko to úsilie, a nič z toho.

They were so close, all that effort, and nothing came of it.

V tom momente sa Milan usmial.

In that moment, Milan smiled.

Bol to úsmev úľavy, nie úzkosti.

It was a smile of relief, not anxiety.

„Možno si mala pravdu,“ povedal ticho.

"Maybe you were right," he said quietly.

„Nie je to miesto, kde nájdeme odpovede, ale je to cesta, ktorá nám ich prináša.

"It's not the place where we'll find answers, but it's the journey that brings them to us."

“Zuzana sa zamyslela nad jeho slovami a po prvýkrát pocítila zvláštnu dôveru.

Zuzana pondered his words and, for the first time, felt a strange confidence.

Necítila sa osamotená.

She didn't feel alone.

Pri pohľade na ruiny pochopila, že tu naozaj môžu začať odznova.

Looking at the ruins, she understood they could truly begin anew here.

Miesto, kde môžu spolu budovať novú nádej.

A place where they could together build new hope.

Spoločne sa rozhodli ostať.

Together they decided to stay.

Ruiny premenili na nový domov.

They transformed the ruins into a new home.

Nebolo to útočisko, aké očakávali, ale zistili, že najväčším útočiskom sú jeden druhému.

It wasn't the refuge they expected, but they found that the greatest refuge was in each other.

A tak, v tichu zabiť minulosti, začali stavať budúcnosť.

And so, in the silence of the past, they began to build a future.

Spolu.

Together.