Imagine a big city, but completely abandoned, plunged into an oppressive silence

Imagine a big city, but completely abandoned, plunged into an oppressive silence. the streets, once vibrant and full of life, now they are deserted, covered by a layer of dust and dead leaves that the wind occasionally lifts, creating whirlpools that disappear as quickly as they appear. The tall buildings, that were once icons of modernity, are deteriorated, with broken windows and facades stained by time. Neon Signs, once brilliant, now blink weakly or remain off, as witnesses of a life gone by. Old cars are parked haphazardly on the streets, some with open doors, others with shattered glass, as if people had suddenly fled. At one of the intersections, a traffic light still works, changing its colors for a non-existent audience. The sidewalks, previously full of pedestrians, are empty, except for a few open suitcases, its contents scattered across the floor, suggesting a hasty evacuation. Shops with broken windows show looted interiors, with fallen mannequins and merchandise scattered on the floor. in the center of the city, a square with a large fountain, now dry and cracked, is surrounded by rotting wooden benches and dead trees. The statue in the middle of the square, corroded by time, observes everything impassively, as if it kept the secrets of what happened there. The air is still, heavy with the smell of rust, dust and something indefinable, a mixture of decay and abandonment. The only sound is the wind, that whistles between buildings and makes doors creak, giving the feeling that something or someone could emerge at any moment from the deep shadows that gather in the alleys and corners. The whole city seems to be waiting, suspended in an endless moment, as if time had stopped and she was on the brink of something terrible.