The network of roads that led to Azmarin was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Azmarin , once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations had all but faded away from history. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures.
The once tranquil peace of mind people found in the park was now found by cats enjoying the sunshine and tall grasses. With nothing and nobody to bother them they had grown into a huge community of their own.
Despite the decay of the buildings there was a certain charm about the town. Everything was greener as nature grew wild and the quiet during the day was almost peaceful. But even with all the animals that lived here now and made this town their new home you couldn’t escape the feeling that so much had been lost forever.
The once busy road that led to Black Crystal was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.
Most doors were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.
Black Crystal, once home to thousands of families and counting had become a forgotten relic of the past. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken computers had become the home and playground of a huge community of cats.
You couldn’t help but feel lost in this town now, even if you knew exactly where you were. It was a lonely place with only distant memories of what once was. But with nothing else to lose this town had a strange sense of comfort about it. Like a world of opportunity, except there was nobody there to take it.