C359 Anthropogenic Deja Vu

The night was dim and the sky was suffused with a faint green glow. The only sound that could be heard in the night was the gentle sound of the wind. The only sound that could be heard on the road was the messy and random rustling of weeds.

The lights of the taxi were on, shining on the faces and bodies of these people, their twisted faces in pain, and those who were hugging their arms