The faded walls of the shopping plaza give way to empty stores and modern ruins lit with dingy fluorescents. There's something vaguely sad about this dying mall-- a temple to consumerism forgotten by time, now facing a terminal case of urban decay, with only you to mourn for it. Just being there feels wrong, as if your presence keeps this place alive, albeit suffering in a paralytic state of discolored neons and aging retail space. As you turn to leave, the gentle music of the mall's radio sounds more like a droning death rattle.

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