5pm and on. Old building, old machines. The scent of ages bygone. Watching clouds move forth, shedding dense rain into other parts of the city. Invisible hills. (The serenity at the top of the tower.)
5pm and on. Old building, old machines. The scent of ages bygone. Watching clouds move forth, shedding dense rain into other parts of the city. Invisible hills. (The serenity at the top of the tower.)