"A Flag Without a Country"
In the midst of a war-torn land, a flag stands alone, torn and tattered. It once represented a nation, a people, a sense of belonging. But now, it is lost, forgotten, without a country to call home.
As the flag flutters in the wind, memories of better times flood its fabric. The days of unity, of pride, of hope. But those days are long gone, replaced by chaos, division, despair.
Yet, amidst the rubble and destruction, a glimmer of resilience remains. The flag may be torn, but it is not defeated. It still carries the symbols of a nation once great, a people once united.
And so, the flag stands tall, a reminder of what once was, a beacon of hope for what could be. For even without a country, it still flies, a symbol of strength and perseverance in the face of adversity.