Bank on the Apocalypse
I awake to the first spring light entering the large murky lattice windows, covered in the grime of time and neglect. Beams of light bounce off the once lustrous marble floors, now stained with decay and littered in carelessness. Warmth from the sunlight across my dark face fills me with a sense of nostalgia, I squint my eyes against the almost-blinding light and for a moment, I see the majestic bank as it once was…before it all ended.
