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And so the Black City rises again, town of the ones that have given up.
The melancolic athmosphere is in the hearts of everyone. Tired of sin, but tired of fighting, they aren't worth anything, still they don't belong here.
Then, gently, a light shower falls down from the troubling sky on the worn away paviment. Gradually, the rain spreads all over the Black City.
Now everyone is not anymore indifferent.
The shower turns into a heavy rain battering roofs covered with dust and neon-signs, once bright.
And still, grows stronger and stronger, unmerciful.
The flow of the rainwater takes away the ashes of sorrow, implacable.
Yet, we shamble our way out of our burrows to contemplate this blessing from the skies: Angel Tears for this world.