Date: 10/25/2016
By Icozahedron
I was walking alone in this crumbling city. All the buildings were in varying stages of decay and most of them had this baby blue tint to them. Like they had been stained with a really dark cobalt to begin with that had faded from years of sunlight shining on its facades. There were small alleys and some cobblestoned paths. Plants were popping out here and there. But the streets and houses and storefronts were all void of human activity. Like no one had been there for a couple hundred years. It felt like home.