Wind howled and groaned, and the sky above had been flushed with clouds of purple smog. The city I had once lived in was ablaze, the buildings crumbling and toppling over as smoke drifted up from the collapse. Any screams or cries were silent to me as I stood upon this hill. An odd sight, just a young boy with pastel yellow hair and frosty, blue eyes. I had such a cold and vacant gaze, watching as the city was torn apart by who knows what...
I made my way down the narrow cobblestone path that was overgrown with vines and weeds. My home was completely untouched, standing as tall and as proud as ever. A sanctuary from the torment of destruction that lay just beyond the hill. Helicopters were rushing overhead to the flares and streams of smoke, but I kept walking. My home was lifeless, just me and the furniture sat there. I looked around slowly before sitting down in the chair and staring off at the dismal sky.
Where does this journey begin? When does it end.
ns 172.69.58.172da2
and then Add to home screen.