Nomads Of The Ruined City

There was a city at the end of the world. A city of lost faiths and sleeping stories. It was an empty city; it has always been an empty city, a city that has never lived. Built so long ago, It stood, crumbling down to dust and sand. Its creators were never its masters. They have bulit their home just to abandon it. Forward they walked, forever forth the sun. Until one day they will come back, back to abandon it once again.