She was alone, slowly blowing her breath out in the frosty air. Snowflakes danced around her, cartwheeling through the wind and landing softly on the piles of snow. She shuffled in her large coat and hat along the sidewalk. The snow wasn't impressive anymore. In fact, it wasn't even the least bit fascinating. Amu trudged to the buildings, where the heat offered some relief from the everlasting cold.
She lived in a place called Dystopia.
When Amu woke up in the mornings, the birds weren't singing, the sun wasn't shining, the sky was painted a gray color, but worst of all, it had been like this ever since she could remember. Every day consisted of heavy coats and hurrying along roads to the next heated building. Nobody stayed outside to watch or play with the snow, not even the children. Snow was polluted with gray smog.
She hated it. She hated living in this place. She wanted to get away, to escape.
Amu was the only person she knew who walked slowly. Everybody else hurried. What was the point? To just live your life hurrying would be pointless. Light never shone through the gray clouds that dominated their lives. There was no light except for the artificial lights that everyone used.
Dystopia was gray, dark, and cold.
Her wispy, pink hair blew around her in strands, softly brushing her cheeks in the cold. She had a job, but she wouldn't go today. She would break from routine and escape Dystopia.
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