Whisper of the Wind
The city stood as a monument to progress, its towering buildings scraping the heavens, its neon lights blinding the eyes of its inhabitants. It was a world devoid of greenery, where concrete and steel ruled with an iron fist. The air hung heavy and stagnant, devoid of the soft caress of a gentle breeze. The people moved about their lives, oblivious to the wonders they had long forgotten.
