Guilmasca was a ghost town. It was an amalgamation of gray, destroyed buildings covered in vines and weeds. Surrounded by black mist. The streets of the city were littered with gray vegetation and debris.
The wind sounded like a wail as it passed between the weather-beaten structures.
Igneous looked at a collapsed building "This looks like something out of a horror movie."
"What is a movie?" Alya asked.
"I was going to ask the exact same thing," Gabu agreed.
"Mm… they're like moving paintings," Igneous scratched his head.
Nahuel raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Do you know Igneous? That's a good description of what a movie is."
"A painting that moves…," Alya said, "there are some very strange things in your world."
"Nah," Igneous replied. "There are stranger things in this world."
"I agree," Elian had his hood up, and had his hands in his pockets. He quickened his pace and strode forward, looking around the once-bustling city.
