It was another horrid, cold day, the sun shone bright but it was for naught once again, the land was covered with ice, snow, and ruins. For this was not a barren, icy landscape, it was a city celebrated and spoken about for years on end. People would talk on and on about its sky tall towers, its bright lights in the night, and the city's culture. Truly it was a fools paradise. It was not a place for the faint of heart, it was obnoxiously loud, unapologetically bombastic, and even chillingly dangerous. Men, women, and children would walk around without rhyme or reason, going to unheard of destinations, meeting anonymous citizens, and experiencing unknown moments.
But now the city, its name long forgotten, is a graveyard for the past. The lights that emitted brightly in the night were now shrouded in darkness and have no energy. The towers that seemed to connect with the stars either stand forlorn, a gravestone, or have fallen and broken to debris, the shattered building frozen ove