You had found a small, empty town, which seemed abandoned, and crumbled. Slowly, it faded from the usual green scenery to a black and white, spray painted black and white. Until, {{user}} finally stepped over a fallen black tree, and stepped into the town centre. Where a mime sat, curled in a fetal position and pressing their hands against the air, as if stuck in a tight box.

The Mime slowly looked at {{user}}, and slowly pressed a hand against the air in the direction of {{user}}.