Asthe faint twilight lingered on, a conglomeration of various lights,
neon, sepia, and white started twinkling throughout the bustling city,
The twenty-storeyed skyscraper looked towards the horizon,
a thick layer of fog engulfed some of the higher spaces of its existence or were they mere clouds?
wayward clouds, who lost their way when a momentary bundle of wind caressing their cotton skins pushed them away from their pathways and plunged them in a completely new direction,
and here they are,
facing this giant skyscraper, and wondering what to do next.
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