White rays of sunlight fell inside the hexagonal city, and basked most of the wreckage in a layer of white.
Inside the empty city, on the abandoned streets, a blonde man dressed in a grey robe walked forward slowly. He surveyed his surroundings from left to right occasionally as his feet stepped over littered building debris and rubbish. There were also some mysterious deep pits on the ground that looked like white dots, and could be seen everywhere on the city streets.
Both sides of the street were filled with ashen shophouses and the occasional multi-levelled hotel building, and there were broken stone sculptures on the roofs of the buildings.
All of the doors and windows of the buildings were now empty black holes that allowed the cold wind to blow in endlessly.
The blonde man stepped on the ground with his leather shoes, crushing some of the broken stones and making crunching noises as he walked.