You stood on the corner for what seemed an eternity.

That rain. You'll never forget the rain with every droplet slamming into your hat in a cacophonous roar.

It's hardest to recognize when everything is changing. When the rain turns to ash and heat.

Dynamism surrounds you yet a voice begs for you to stand still.

Only after you realize it; does the backhand of reality kiss your cheek with a familiar sting.

You are now entering banker hell.

Remember to exit through the gift shop.