The once jam-packed roads that led to Snowmelt was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Doors were broken, rotten and in most cases barely a door at all. Whether this was the work of looters, animals or the elements was unclear, but it didn’t really matter. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage.
Snowmelt , once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now but an eerie shell of its former self. The creaking of wood and grinding of metal on metal were the only sounds in this town now. They were disturbing noises in a disturbing environment.
The art gallery was once the cultural pride and joy of this town and tourists flocked to see the art displayed here. Now it was home to a flock of doves who’ve destroyed most art pieces in their ignorance of what it once meant to so many people.
No matter how you looked at it this town was an eerie sight to behold. Lives forgotten, perhaps completely ruined and there was barely anything to show for it. 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 gentle road that led to Cirrane 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.
Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage.
Cirrane , once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a mere shadow of its former glory. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.
The town hall, once the pride and glory of this town, was turned into a new pride and glory by the various animals that lived here. Birds, cats, dogs and all sorts of rodents had all taken their spots.
No matter how you looked at it this town was an eerie sight to behold. Lives forgotten, perhaps completely ruined and there was barely anything to show for it. But there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
