The mall. Death. Gone.

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A mall gone. Abandoned. A shadow of its glorious past (1, 2)

What was full is now empty. And yet, something still seems alive.

Where people were, now no one is. And yet, something still fills the room.

Where noise and music filled the space, now silence fills the room. And yet, it seems to say more than the best symphony will ever say.

What is eternal can never be gone. What is cannot stop being.

Listen closely. You know the mall is still open…

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