Its doors long closed and shuttered, the place of worship was a reminder of a bygone era.
D stood enchanted, staring at the ancient façade, a hint of nostalgia and regret on his face.
“Come on,” Y said. “We’ll be late. Why did you stop anyway?”
D just shook his head, took one last look at the temple and followed Y to the gleaming glass tower in front of them.
How different the city was in the days of old; the shifting demographics, the people changing like the seasons.
In some ways D wished that there were still humans around.
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