ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.
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The streets were all the same with their stench of shit and piss. Despite the glitz and glamour of the towering buildings and sophisticated technology, Wren couldn’t help but sneer at the sight before her. There had been a time when she had been in awe of the new world, but once she removed her rose-tinted glasses, she saw the truth: this place was just as poisoned as the one she had left behind.

Amidst the bustling streets filled with beings who seemed oblivious to the existence of others, she often questioned why she even bothered. Was there truly a point to anything? Whenever she wielded her sword and delivered swift justice, nothing changed. Another devastating blow would inevitably fall upon some poor soul, and she would once again be forced to do her duty.

She couldn’t pinpoint when she had become so pessimistic, when her thoughts became clouded with constant negativity and doubt. She wasn’t sure if it was the dread that stained her soul or the heartache she had endured. Whatever the cause, she knew she was no longer the person she had once been. And it was these distasteful streets that reminded her of that fact.

Written by- Coushatta LaRue and the image was created by a prompt I wrote in nightcafe.