The towering skyscrapers of ancient ruins lie crumbling in the darkness, their colors fading ominously by the soft rust. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the sound of church bells ringing can be heard in the silence. A small village stands tall, its inhabitants huddled together in a group of cloaks buried in the ruins. The moon illuminates the city, casting dappled shadows on the buildings. A towering stone building stands tall and proud, its metal frame rustling in the light. As the sun sets behind the buildings, a faint sound of silence fills the air, save for the whispers of the priests.