The Locket

As he stared out across the remnants of the city, the wind swept through the derelict monoliths of days gone by. They reached ever upward, even as nature sought to reclaim what was once her own. The buildings screamed silently, unlike the wind that passed around their forms. An everlasting monument to mankind’s hubris. Even in death they stood as a perverse mockery of what once was. This place was now a grave and he had no business paying any respects to whatever inhabitants may have lingered there.