The once busy road that led to Zao Ying was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. The crisp and clean looking town now looked more like a jungle as trees and gardens grew beyond their now unkempt boundaries.
Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there’s long gone too. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
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