Unseen Future

The hustle and bustle of students, rushing towards their next class. Clueless of where to be and what to do. Laughter down the hallway, as friends fool around. Silenced as teachers move from room to room.

The hallways are empty, a hushed murmur is heard, as the rooms contain the knowledge shared. Time flies as the cycle continues, from busy hallways to silence, the people moving like phantoms from room to room.

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A spot of green in the middle of towering buildings. A sanctuary in the middle of storied structures, structures of learning, where the future is trained.

Deathly silence, dilapidated buildings, walls unfinished, rooms empty. The phantoms are still roaming without anywhere to go. The laughter turned into wails, forever roaming unseen, remnants of the future forever trapped in the past.