• There was the light hint of some formal indifference in the room.
    Either party could care less for the following events and yet still they gathered. Creatures of habit and routine.

    A low buzzing resonated from some unknown part of the room. Seeming to reach some unearthly climax with each break in conversation, each awkward silence that came.

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    The world was dark and dreary.

    Only overlooking lamposts served as stars in the cloudy night sky, a cheap and artificial amber glow.

    The tall spires of the glowing watchmen and the mass of bricks and mortar they observed cast vile silhouettes and tones.
    Absorbing the distant rush of cars. Of the last few wanderers of the night.

    The street itself was still and unmoving as if at peace with the disquieting sense that all things were temporary.