When the man looked out his window, out from his apartment building he saw destruction had visited this area, this town, this city. Towers upon Towers laid their massive bodies on the pavement gounds like they have been shot down in battle. Twisted trails of cracks stood on the roads and sidewalks, like acid had treated the mighty cement like common dirt.
On the horizon the man could see birdges splitted in two like you used to do to earth worms when you were a kid. The man could see the corpses of cars that laid dead underneath those splitted bridges. "W-What happened," Asked the man to nobody.
He ran outside his apartment, got in the elavator, pressed floor one, and waited to travel down the rows of floors. When he finally reached floor one he ran outside. But outside he saw something he didn't spot from his window, a garden surrounding his apartment building.
It was like God himself touched a struggling rose between the walls of cement, and gave it the power of life. He could see the widest collection of colors within that garden. Red, blue, purple, even yellow. Some plants erected as tall as the man himself, while somd cowared under the shade of a flower's pedal. Amazing how even plants have a hierarchy.
There was black smoke surfing through the air but the garden staid as green and as colorful as a randbow stretching across the sky. Somewhere in the sky, the person spotted an American plane dashing by, "Now why would an American Plane be doing in Japan?" He questioned.
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