There was a silence that reached the horizon.
Humanity had long abandoned the mall; in fact, the building was emptier than it was when it was first constructed.
Except in the center of the food court; there laid a mannequin's hand. Something had built a nest in its palm.
The dry fountain was home to a school of ghostly fish.
Within the silence, if you had the Art, you could hear splashing and every wish ever made there.