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The Riddle of Abandoned Building's

There were very few things that made Aimi feel alive.

Bright city lights on quiet nights spent alone, beautiful forests of which clouds glazed over like canopies and sprinkled with rain. The cicadas outside that chirped thousands of tunes, beckoning a mate to come and bring new life to the world. She liked the natural sounds of a world that continued to move forward while she stayed, comforted by that moving world as she stood idle in the sands of time.

Another thing she liked was abandoned buildings; they stood destroyed by the trials of time, it was a miracle, but they stood. Even if only barely. She liked to think of herself as one of these abandoned buildings. So worn thin and so broken down but somehow still strong enough to stand. Forgotten by the future and remembered by the past, but never in the present either- always somewhere else.

Though there was one difference between her and abandoned buildings, she could move while they could not. They couldn't move unless somebody moved them, and she couldn't move unless she let herself. She hoped a day would come where she could find the present once more, but until then, she'd stay where she was, idle between the riddle of abandoned buildings. 

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