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Ethereal
A subway station.
Four walls, all black. Plastered with posters.
Bustling with all sorts of people.
There is a window, cracked and broken blinds allow light to seep through in odd spots.
Lawyers, bums, punk-rockers and lesbians.
They all have a purpose.
The light in the window bounces off a black floor and onto the black walls.
The punk-rockers in chains and black clothes seek out the concert of their favorite punk-rocker.
There is a boy, in his teens and sleeping, he has black hair.
Bums are seeking a home, sneaking along each cart, looking for a place of rest.
This boy is sits in the corner, curled up around himself.
Lawyers in Black Suits must make haste to court, reviewing last minute notes, exchanging dark looks.
This boy is alone.
Black haired Lesbians seek peace, looking for he who would wed them and avoiding he who condemns.
This boy is wearing all white.
A subway station.
Bustling with all sorts of people.
