The wind whips through the store's bricks as they creep beneath the worn surface. The exterior of the store is worn and chipped, and its headlights flicker softly. Its walls are weathered and aged, reminding passersby of the harsh energy that emanates from it. The doors stretch into a frenzied dance, their polished surfaces shining in the dim light. The scene is a splash of yellows, their hues striking the darkness and blending seamlessly into the night sky. This scene is alive and alive, alive with energy.