Oil on canvas.
LIVING SHADOWS STRETCHED ACROSS THE STREETS.
Eerie radiances glistened in out of the way places.
And tittering
Phosphorescent shapes
Skulked in art deco buildings.
A verdant madness
Living
And yet dead.
Their footsteps echoed hollowly along the cobblestone streets.
The two moved in easy silence.
A hideous hypnotic sight
Of Strength
Untempered by Compassion.
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