The towering buildings along the riverbank no longer reflect the bright light and shadows under the sunlight of the past. A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.
The shadows of those standing buildings twist like snakes amidst the intersecting light and shadow of the sunset and thunder.
At the entrance of a long-neglected coffee house, a few tufts of weeds turned yellow from lack of sunlight, accompanying the broken windows and wicker chairs toppled on the ground, adding a touch of desolation.
An apocalypse for Humans has unveiled the city's glamorous facade, and within a few short years, only ruins and desolate countryside continued to linger in resilience. Bristol, not too bustling to begin with, grew even quieter.
Footprints leading to the balcony crossed the dust-covered floors inside, indicative of an unexpected guest on the coffee house's second-floor balcony.
Julius leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, transfixed by the ominous sky.
