Vines?
They are everywhere.
Grass and Weeds?
They are growing out of the cracked fake ground.
Trees?
The are presenting themselves out of the caved in roofs.
Streams?
They formed in the broken edges of the non-existent road.
Colour?
Faded.
Life?
Long gone.
Except for the conquerors wild.
People?
Forgetful.
Those who remember?
They see this as a work of the maiden's dominant art.
She will rise, and take over.
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