D’RKTesla                    Compton                            060694S1       [?7h²±²±±°±°° °  °                    Rust  
                          °  ° °°±°±±²±
²The city  sweats beneath  the blazing August sun.
  Asphalt rivers bend and
   heave, flowing with stagnant dreams and ambitions.  Shattered lives litt
er
   the sidewalks, swirl and  spin in the hot wind, and disappear.  Monument
al
   concrete  spires  reach out to caress  the sky; forever reaching,  forev
er
   yearning.  A jaundice haze  tightly embraces the city, its stifling weig
ht
   sapping the very life out of the ground. Overhead the malevolent sun gro
ws
   weary  of the steel  and concrete  and slowly retires  toward the  dista
nt
   horizon.  Dusk  descends, the towering buildings carving deep shadows in
to
   the battered  ground.  This world,  cast in relief,  begins to  awaken  
as
   darkness falls.  While  hidden beneath the  mask of  night  the city see
ms
   not so stark, not  so devoid of hope.  Tiny stars  glitter and shimmer b
ut
   these are not the stars in the skies above - they have long been drown o
ut
   by the  man-made stars  which  twinkle  and flash on  every street,  eve
ry
   corner. In years gone by man looked to the stars and dreamed of possessi
ng
   the power of creation. Yet these synthetic stars tell only of dreams nev
er
   realized, ambitions long forgotten.  It's at these times  that I stare o
ut
   my window on  the cold, grey city and it seems  the whole world has turn
ed
   to rust...
²±²±±°±°°You have arrived at Compton, the world will
 never be the same.°°±°±±²±
²