On the ruins after the war, the ruins of a once magnificent building reflect the dilapidated city wall. Weeds spread from cracks, and the graffiti and bullet marks on the walls depict a merciless desolation. The tired streets were empty, with damaged vehicles and discarded items scattered among them, as if time had stagnated in the moment of disaster. Smoke and dust permeated the gray white sky, and the afterglow of the sunset scattered through the thick clouds, adding a touch of desolation and hope to this desolation.  --ar 4:3