The last, glowing fiery embers and hues dwindled, ethereal sky slipped into the luring abyss. Twinkling dots, the remnants of forgotten wishes, were scattered across twilight canvas, sparkling deep into the beckoning void that concealed a veiled enigma. A young girl was perched on top of a gnarled branch, gazing down at the scarred ground below. Amongst the crumbling concrete, rubble was sprawled erratically, all distraught and desperate memories perished and lost. Across the wasteland lay a banner, the centre crest obscured by consuming dust, the blue fabric worn and torn - the motivating moral dead. Then she stood up, balancing as the spindly tree swayed along with the drifting breeze, hearing the despaired echoes of the tormented wind. As the girl rose up to her feet she casted her shining emerald orbs up at the shattered towers, she breathed in the foul, stagnant air, as she recalled the destruction that turned a once vibrant utopia into a mass of destruction, transforming a desolate, haphazardly hell.