If silence had a scent, it would smell of ashes.
It would smell like the leftovers of blazing flames,
Remnants of what used to be burning noises and sounds.
Silence would be the gentle murmur of
A candle being blown out.
All that is left is the soundless whisper of smoke
After the tongues of fire are done speaking.
Silence is the slight aroma of embers being
carried with the wind in the quietest b...
The ruined buildings surround me like jagged pieces of broken glass sticking out of the ground. Everything is gray and has lost the color it once had. The ancient civilization was formed so long ago that not even time itself could compare.
As I walk down the abandoned streets, I look in every nook and cranny for any sort of artifact I can find. Our family's museum couldn't survive if we didn't ha...