Darkened by the flash point and its trajectory, the buildings are nothing but silhouettes surrounded by the falling sun's light. Golden flecks bleed through the tangerine glow that coats the line in question. From the distance, each constructed obelisk desperately fights to reach above the rest and claim the highest point. From up close, they lose their whimsy, and do nothing but tower above your head.
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