Echoes Of The Past

<p>The air hung thick and heavy a miasma of dust and decay clinging to the cracked asphalt like a second skin. Buildings once symbols of prosperity now stood as skeletal remains their empty windows like vacant eyes staring out at a world that had long since abandoned them. This was what remained of the American dream - a shattered cityscape a testament to the greed and corruption that had consumed it. Rusting skyscrapers clawed at a sky perpetually choked with grey their once-gleaming surfaces now scarred with graffiti and the relentless gnawing of time. Below the streets were a maze of rubble and debris a chaotic tapestry woven from shattered concrete twisted metal and the remnants of a life that had been.</p><p></p><p></p>