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The sun in its irate orange peaks through the clouds of dust and rust and chemicals casting it's light upon the stage.
The stage of a wasteland, and a conflict of phantoms.
Illumine rays light the broken glass upon the ground, between the feet of two of these phantoms.
Streaming light divides the two in body only, the lightning of minds racing between them.
Unspoken until from beneath a scarf, beneath a tattered leather hat, the spirit makes a vocalization, a call to the cloaked ghost across him.
"Luzifer... Are you still searching?" the voice booms in the silence of the streets and buildings scattering the ground, but it still may have been a whisper.
Nothing escaped as a reply from beneath the tattered hood of the phantom, only the glowing lavender orbs of illuminated goggles peered from the abyssal darkness.
The barrier of light separating the figures fell as the sun disappeared back into the plagued clouds, with strong gusts