2. "A Cold Wind Blows" - Brent

A cold wind blows along the desolate shore way. Ice creeps on the banks of the river, bringing its frosty touch further and further upon the land. The frigid breeze echoes through the empty streets, whistling as it passes through the pathways of old. Decrepit buildings line the roadways, crumbling at the feet of time and neglect. Skeletons of what they once were, they now embody the life of the once beautiful city. Some would say its death. There is a deafening silence lining the streets, a powerful reminder of its overwhelming fall from grace. A city once defined by the strength of its steel, the might of its muscle now resembles a ghost town. Nightmarish. The Paris of the West now the Temple of Ozymandius. Starved by exodus and strangled by corruption.Wrapped in negative perception, cloaked in desperation. A cold wind blows through the dark, decaying town. Deafening silence echoes through the empty streets. Doubt surrounds its city walls. But it does not reside within them.