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[magellanicpenguin]

A contemporary metropolis.

Droplets of sun scatter from the from the tall glass buildings like buckshot, painting the street below with golden splotches. The cars scream, stuck in the mud of traffic, and the pedestrians walk yet faster. Renee watches them with morbid fascination, as a young boy might while holding a magnifying glass to an ant. He quickly glances back up at the man who drinks this view every day, and he too looks at Renee like that.

[magellanicpenguin]

A ghost town in the wild old west.

The sand-laden breeze kissed her cheeks like an old friend. She adjusted the reigns of her horse, who let out a raspy sneeze as he shifted on the hot earth. It echoed off the wizened buildings like the bones of a wooden skeleton rattling.