Cold as a ghost Stonefall Street in the dingy fearful city,
The wind whips through the broken window panes like vile spirits,
Screaming for justice on a nightmarish world.
The city lights seem so far away, and the only thing to keep me sane is my love for you,
But I know that when the morning comes I'll have to leave you here alone,
As I am sure that even ghosts can't survive in this dark place.
This was a tale from the city of Lazarus. A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one short tale of a young woman and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.