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The city streets were occupied, with messy, riotous traffic noises. Even though this city is named ‘the city of lanterns’, no light is perceptible.
The moon was beginning to fade away and the dark blanket collapsed on the buildings slowly. The commuters were getting out of the trains, and started walking away.

A boy was in the car, glazing out the window he felt vaque. Staring outside looking at the lamp, the water drops were sliding down, curling down the pole to the floor and it was collected into a small pond underneath. The rain showered down on the floor as if it wanted the floor to suffocate.
It was a plain atmosphere, it was dark and drowsy, and the night was starting to become deprived. It almost felt as if the night was yawning from the sound of the wind. The boy yawned as well. Inside the building was a young woman, her room was undecorated, her bed was messy. Her blonde hair was knotted. Her eyes had blankets under. She was stressed, and her aura was emitting stress. She was typing as if it was her last minute.
She stopped.
And sighed.
She rested her cheek on her hand, and receded back from the table, stared at her screen and sighed again. But then, she looked out the window and her was lightened. It was a dark night and they were soft intricate detailed shapes. They were like soft, silky patels sinking down. It was like small white fairies flauting down in the air e

The downtown streets were crowded with a cacophony of chaotic, raucous traffic sounds. Even though this city is called "the city of lanterns," there is no visible light. The moon was waning as the black blanket slowly began to fall over the buildings. The people exited the trains and began walking away.

A young man was in his automobile, and as he glared out the window, he felt vague. While staring out the window at the light, the water droplets slid down the pole, curling down to the floor and collecting in a little pond underneath. The rain pelted the floor as if it wanted to suffocate it.

It was a simple environment, gloomy and lethargic, and the night was becoming depleted. The sound of the wind nearly gave the impression that the night was yawning. The youngster, too, yawned. Within the structure lived a young lady; her room was unadorned, and her bed was untidy. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bun. Her eyes were concealed by covers. She was tense, and her aura radiated tension. She was typing as if it were the tenth hour. She came to a halt. Additionally, he sighed.

She leaned her face on her palm and stepped away from the table, glancing at her computer and mumbling once more. However, as she peered out the window, her mood improved. It was a dark night, and the forms were delicate and complicated. They sank like delicate, silken pates. It appeared as though little white fairies were flaunting in the air.

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