Steampunk

The sky was inky and each building in every street looked raised toward the sky with its gothic revivalstructure. It seemed as if the sky had made gravity temporarily upended and tried sucking thebuilding toward its direction. But the luminosity of each radius window attached with the building, itsparked the streets. It defended the inky sky to not turn into a full-time darkness. This texture as ifthe ink has been spilled on a white, fudgy paper had remained still for a long time. And...
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The sky was inky and each building in every street looked raised toward the sky with its gothic revivalstructure. It seemed as if the sky had made gravity temporarily upended and tried sucking thebuilding toward its direction. But the luminosity of each radius window attached with the building, itsparked the streets. It defended the inky sky to not turn into a full-time darkness. This texture as ifthe ink has been spilled on a white, fudgy paper had remained still for a long time. And eachindividual or group of people living their life inside the radius windows, from the street, everythingwould look silent, but everyone's circumstances were different. Some were arguing in their diningroom; some were just making love in their bedroom. Some danced under the ordinary party; somewere waiting for that extraordinary - StarCruz. Yet each feeling was different; each expectationdiffered.