Imagine a city where streets are empty but lights in windows are still on, flickering as if the electricity is barely holding on. The buildings are a mix of old stone structures, their walls cracked and weathered, and modern glass towers, but many of the windows are shattered. Somewhere in the distance, there’s a faint sound of water dripping, echoing through the silence. The sky above is a strange color—not quite night, not quite day—like a permanent twilight, with thick clouds swirling unnaturally. On one corner, there’s a bicycle lying on the ground, its wheels bent, and a single flower growing through the cracks in the pavement.
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