The Hollow City

(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) No footsteps echo on broken stone, only wind dragging secrets through dust. The city sighs— its breath made of ivy and rust. Windows gape like hollow eyes, watching nothing, remembering everything. A carousel groans beneath twisted vines, still waiting for laughter that will never return. Billboards fade into ghost stories. Sidewalks crack like old skin. Somewhere, a music box plays a broken lullaby to the bones of joy. This place is a tomb with the scent of childhood chalk and the silence of too-late prayers. Whatever happened here left no fire, only quiet.