A cloud-grey stone path with overgrown moss on top slowly decayed, for nobody has kept it in check for years. At the sides of the seemingly endless train, monstrous, overgrown plants, which still had raindrops on from the recent rainfall, invaded the path rapidly. Further ahead, sand-dollar tan, ancient buildings with vines draping from the roofs, crumbled due to the wind and rain erosion. The destroyed, decrepit archways with lichen clinging on the sides, collapsed one by one as decades became centuries. A towering, godly-level temple, which still demanded respect, stood proudly in the city centre. Onyx-black, elongated shadows between buildings, secretly hid from something terrible long ago. Ver mais