Evening, silence.
Birds returning home cry out.
The fiery sun slowly descends at the horizon.
Illuminating the dusk sky.
The clouds too, are painted with colors, red mixing with blue, turning into a pale pink.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
All of this, seems like an oil painting.
Beautiful, yet profound.
This city, in the apocalypse, feels somewhat like an urban forest.
No one to clear the weeds, trees, vines, ferns on the roads.
Now, the city is filled with greenery.
Grasses poking through the cracks, bird nests built at the edges of houses.
Green and black and white, are the base tones of this city.
The day's heat lingers.
Soon, evening wind will dry the whole alley.
Exhausted lights cannot illuminate us anymore.
The sky slowly darkens.
The beautiful scenery merely a respite from cruel reality.
Such ultimate beauty, yet it brings a feeling of extreme sadness, desolation, and despair.
Such a beautiful sky, yet on the ground, zombies roam.
