Beneath her sorrow, the people of the city go about their daily lives, uncomprehending of the fleetness of existence. The city is ancient... the cracked stone edifices and rusted iron plating reveals as much. In the ancient past, millions of souls used to dwell here. The walls of the city resounded with the sound of their emotions, their laughter and sorrows swelled and saturated the air. For a time. Mindless of the countless dead of the tomb they reside in, the people of the city go about their daily lives, uncomprehending of the fleetness of existence. Who is she crying for?
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