Water slowly drip down drips down the crumbling walls of skyscrapers. Molten metal sizzles as the rain provides a cool kiss. Ash turns into a soft substance before riding the water down the cracked streets. A large crater sits as still as the residents of this crumbling relic, the air stings with vast amounts of radiation.
Sitting on the end of a street is the remains of a bakery, what was once a prosperous utopia is now the husk of a dead memory. Balloons fly, no longer attached to their child, floating aimlessly to a distant locations.
Sunlight breaks through the the bleak clouds, reflecting of the shards of glass. Quickly it envelopes the entire city, bathing it, before landing on a seed. Time will pass on and that seed will grow into a towering tree, sheltering whatever may come to lay underneath it. Time will go on until the memory of this city is a legend, before becoming a myth, before finally becoming forgotten all together. Although the memory is all but dead, the new life will still bare the scars.