heavyyrain

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It was a strange place, the kind where old men would wander up the street and offer you a balloon, only to angrily snatch it away after you accepted their offer. The flowers, of course, would laugh at your latest misfortune until you turned to face them, where they would pretend to be asleep. It was best to watch out for those flowers. They were clever little things, always scheming behind your back.

The buildings were a different character all together. They went high up into the sky and seemed to lean over you wherever you stood, shifting positions to get a better look. They tended to be a bit pompous at times, always looking down on you and thinking the rudest of things. All of them were grey, varying only in shade, and some of them were covered in giant bandages. Nobody questioned their wrappings, but it didn't matter much. They wouldn't have answered anyway.

Over the buildings hung the moon, like an omnipotent overseer of the entire city with a smile so intense it would chill you to the bone. He knew things, all sorts of things, but he never told a soul. He savoured that kind of knowledge, thought it gave him some sort of power. I didn't pay much attention to the moon, though. It was better to avoid him if you could. That's what most of people will tell you, anyway.

The only things that even came close to rebelling against the moon were the clouds. What they hoped to accomplish was beyond me, but they sure were persistent. It was like an endless war, just for a little bit of space in the sky. Deep down, I think those clouds knew they couldn't win. That's why they always looked the way they did, as if they were ready to cry at any minute. You would be hard pressed to find a more melancholic display.

In the city, the sun had a habit of not showing up. There had been some study into the reason why, and it had been decided that it was uncommonly forgetful. Some people argued this fact, but they had not been able to give a more logical explanation. It didn't actually matter, though. It only appeared once or twice a year, and people stayed indoors on those days.

Fog generally covered the city. It hovered about the streets, creating a cryptic atmosphere. It was considerably rude by nature, and therefore quite enjoyed the frustration it created. People were always getting lost in it, wandering about for hours without so much as a single idea as to where they were going. It had an inclination to thin for a moment, only to build up false hope and would then come down twice as heavily. I swear I heard it laughing once.

Every so often, these peculiar looking creatures dressed in strange masks and harlequin costumes would show up in the city. They always brought a ton of excitement with them when they came. It was hard to tell who would suddenly disappear from your neighbourhood or what buildings would be burned down overnight and be discovered upon waking the next morning. It became a game of sorts for the children. They would gather in a dark ally way and huddle into a little circle. Bets would be placed on who they thought would be the next victims, and everyone shook hands. It was very official, and they had a lot of fun. Those creatures definitely livened things up a bit, but some people didn't think so. Some people thought they were trouble makers, but I don't know how they came to such a conclusion. It seemed a little unfounded in my opinion. I suppose some people are just senseless.

When the city wasn't being overrun with peculiar apparitions, it was fairly quiet, the only sound coming from street musicians on the occasional corner. The piercing notes of violins perpetually hovered through the air, summoning watchers who weren't particularly fond of tipping. Eventually, they would pack up and return home, but it made no real difference. There were always plenty more to be heard.

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