IT'S more accurate to say the city changed hands, in Star Platinum's opinion. Office chatter is replaced by the twittering of birds who flit right through the Stand who ghosts through their nesting grounds, former cubicles. Windows long since shattered have redesigned it and every other structure into open-air architecture. What desires the office workers had to get out into nature while trapped here culminated. They got their wish. Green has taken it all back.
The tilt of the building gives a view of the street, horned creatures using the geometric layout of the city center as migration patterns. Star Platinum pauses combing through rubble for anything of interest to watch when he spots it. Or them.
Pink of all flavors dots the landscape in clusters of flowers. This has movement, in the sway of a gown, bounce of curls, bright in contrast to the android occupants who hide among the ruins. All of the Stand's sensors are tripped and one leap brings Star Platinum plummeting toward Rose Quartz, caught by the last second by the ability to fly.
⦑ Ideal time to come and visit Yesteryear. Fall approaches. The leaves will change soon. ⦒
For all the stern exterior, Star Platinum’s thrilled to have anyone come out here to share this place with. Most Spirale residence have little reason to venture out here.