In forgotten whispers, the sky folds– ★ unraveling ancient symphonies, ghostly harmonies within the dilapidated sinks—such structures of once proud spires crumbled to mere ruin.

Echoes voice their melancholy in the archways— hushed relics of ivory and rust breathe in the night air, etching sorrow into the bark of trees that couldn't remember youth.

Beneath a canopy of shadows, where echoes gather ⊙, symmetries forming—deconstruct past into a canvas as fake taxis arrive, with passengers known only as reflections.

Here lies a ☺ city's once-vibrant heart, coughed up in conversations lingered by eloquent ruins, words sculpted in decay, passages whispering absurdity.