A simple bus stop. A sign; a bench. People waiting.
A man in a tie, his hands in his lap, staring straight ahead trying not to show his annoyance at the girl rocking the bench as she listens to her music to loud. With a bright pink streak in her hair and an electric blue shirt she's eager to show her uniqueness. Then, on the end, a quiet girl sat reading her book. Her mind locked in the fantasies of a faraway world. With a simple, white bow in her hair and a gentle smile she shows her kindness discretely.
The picture zooms out and you see it as if it's in a bubble. An enchantress stares greedily at the everyday picture of life on the side of the road. Her fingers twitch as she swirls them around the globe and silver wisps of destruction make their way around the picture, about the intertwine their fates into a desperate battle with death.
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