The ocean stretches onwards, outwards, inwards of itself.
Filled with waste from the city slowly chewing it up.
The people churning inside the beast waiting for the previous day to attack.
Bulging buildings lean against one another for support.
Clear streets and clean sidewalks offset the nature of this place.
The trees expand farther up than ever before.
Taller than even the rivals of these today.
Blades of grass scatter at the sound of voices.
Retreating to the fields of human extinction.
The animals of these desolate woods have no meat.
Vivid pictures of bones embossed on their pelts.
No pupils.
The blue brown waters ripple vaguely against a dark reflection.
A dark reflection of a darkening sun.
Which, in fact, is setting for its last time.