Fallen

Crumpled leaves blew in the wind, tracing the edges of the abandoned city as if they were afraid to enter. Only rubble remained now, forgotten by those who destroyed the life inside at it’s core.

Once great structures, intricately carved by purposeful hands now stood in shambles. Their paint peeling, foundations cracked, and windows shattered. Empty carts were scattered about the unattended roads, left to mark the memories created there.

Lonliness echoed through the cavernous walls like a boomerang filled with sorrow, always coming back to haunt those who used to lived there.

Weeds worked their way through the crumbling rocks, creating rifts that separated the artificial human world from nature.

No one visited the land, afraid to look, afraid to remember, afraid of getting trapped forever. The palace they once called their home was now a prison in their eyes.

One brave soul entered the forgotten paradise as a whisper in the wind. It drifted through the overgrown paths, discovering the secrets left behind. Silence unraveled behind it, spreading through rows of debris like a virus.

Tumbling faster and faster, it continued to swirl in the current of the breeze. Then it’s last breath exhaled with the painful recollection of the crushing weight of the fallen kingdom.

Even the memory of the city was diseased.