*Squee*

I imagine a few thousand years when all the big old buildings are mossy and broken in placs just enough to let the light filter through. Crumbly bricks and stone, vines climbing everywhere...leaves crunching underfoot and the dust motes dancing in the light. A peaceful silence broken by the fluttering of butterfly wings. An enchanted glade of broken down memories...Does it snow there? I've never seen real snow before, is it as bad as everyone says it is? xD