human
Generate for me a description of a dreary scene outside a town atrium with marble, columns, and pilasters.
assistant
An errant whispering breeze whisks along the tops of the pilasters, failing to entirely mask the echoes of daily life upon the street below. The dark squares of silver-veined marble and the yellowed fluted columns have witnessed the passing of untold centuries, outliving ancient emperors and generals, and now bearing a sort of refuge from the gods and politicians of the past. Such is the scale of time and this structure that man is an insignificant presence.