It’s long-drawn breath, not warm but dry -- cool, bitter, and numbing but all the more real. Dilapidated city ruins run serrated with long, dense history which never felt more unfamiliar. Flora and fauna have long since been neglected. Occasionally a small rodent feeds on the remains of food scrap left over from a week before. The city, (and you for the matter) is freezing, cluttered, empty, shaken, ruined, broken, matted, dirty and half-dead. You slowly inhale pollution and stench intermingled with soft, wet rain. You're still here.