AllArt-AlltheTime

The street held an air of abused and discarded beauty. Each home in their haphazard line clearly once a beautiful structure, crumbling to neglect like the broken families that once dwelt within. One building was half overgrown by an army of vines from within and without. The brittle wall would crumble away should any strand of vine be tugged with serious effort. Giant cracks in the white panels between the wooden supports invited the imagination to create any manner of insects that may move within. There was no door facing the street from this place, though four windows peered silently out into the silence of the city. The wall seemed to be