(I'm not a good writer, so sorry if it's not that great)

A world of monstrous living buildings, a perpetually dim night sky, a bright moon stuck in a crescent shape… and no life to speak of.

All life died long ago, now nothing remains, nothing but the buildings that you can barely call ‘life.’

He walks around silently, yet everywhere he goes, he’s followed by a trail of melancholy.

He never smiles, his eyes are always dead, he never even utters a single word, pure dead silence…

The buildings speak, they speak nonsense… but not when he’s there.

When he’s there, they let out ear piercing screeches, most of whom would lose their hearing to… but not him.

He’ll just continue to walk until it quiets down, then he’ll leave.

After that, the buildings stop everything, no movement, no noise, but the appearance of ones who look to have had their souls sucked out…

He just sits and stares from the moon up high… before finally taking his leave, taking the moon and a few tears with him.

The weeping from the buildings within this empty world invoke sadness upon many, a world left in such a desolate state, left as nothing but a husk of the planet it once was… but it’s nothing compared to his cries…

ones of desperation…

ones of hurt…

ones of regret…

ones of remorse.

He always comes here, he always wanders, he always mourns, he always remains silent, yet in spite of it all… he never speaks of this world when he leaves, as if it never existed.