The Golden Hour

As usual the sun is bright. It shines indifferently and brightly on the miserable world, now have turned into a black and white city. And if the city had once burst with colors and liveliness no body would ever have even considered it. Why had this city become like this?

As this 25 year old man walked to his job, these thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. This city is the New York City. But not the city of bright energy, pace, and unique characters which contribute to a vibrant atmosphere that encourages creativity. where everyday experiences in NYC can inspire stories, designs, and artistic expressions. No it‘s not that NYC. 5 years, that's all it took to change the world as whole. 3 months, for the rules to change and 1 announcement for this new “era” to begin.

He stopped in front of a small cafe and opened the door. The cafe was calming and peaceful. Though it was the normal black and white color it was decorated with plant of all kinds and the people he worked were also really nice. The man changed into his uniform and was taking the order of a lady who looked like she needs a chill pill. As he finished up and gave the cup of coffee to her making sure to not add any sugar. He sighed. This was a usual day now. This was his routine every morning. He worked till lunch looking at the clock every 5 minutes hoping for his break to come faster.