12/20/2018
The halls remain empty. The rain falls upon echoing skylights, but does it make a sound if no one is living The Flat Life? Feet scurry down Liberty, completely unaware of the legendary events that had occurred just above their heads. The doors are yet sealed shut, like a shrine to the dearly de-partied.
If walls could talk, my friends... if walls could talk.
(...we wouldn’t want them to).
