It was a handful of narrow alleys, reaching the point to where cars couldn't get through. The place is a mess, as if it was built like the paranoid nerves growing in our minds, branching in every direction, as disorganized as any human being's thoughts. The only sounds are the ones you can hear from far away, due to the intense quiet. Only those born there know their way around, the rest are lost, blindly turning from corner to corner of stretching walkways, toward the edge of nowhere.
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