Sparkling jewels lining the walls of the stairwell held their own unique jelly-like luminescence in the heart of their many cores, projecting glittering notes throughout and around themselves singing a silent, radiant song of color. The sparkling of this light stared at a young, curious fellow as he climbed the crystalline steps of a tower meeting at the corners of a castle. Each step rang the clack of elegance held within each conglomerate of jewels under his simple shoes, and every smooth bump in the wall changed the notes of the humming music whispering under the tips of his fingers.
The streetlights, blank, dull grey, and broken looked like dusted metal across the town. The sand was ash, burned from the land before it. The houses, most with windows and doors broken, had a fresh coat of ashen powder covering them all, and the trees, completely barren of color and life, loomed over cracked streets. Everything was unmoving — yet unsettled. Frozen skeletons of life and order and broken monuments of a world long passed stood in this grey desert land. Nothing grew anymore. Nothing lived anymore. Nothing. Not after the war.