The 2000s, Airin District.
The m҈̣̤̱̫͓̟̘̯͈̝̤͕̪͇͈͙͈̬̬̱̫͓̝̈́̄͆̏́͋͆̐̂̌͗̌̽o̵̩͇̦̱͕͎͓̯̳̬̙̪̳̱̗͖̲̠̝̣̩͆̏̈́̂͋̆̊̇͌̋̄̇̅̋͌̀̆͂̇͒̒̋ͅl̵̩̖̤̱͍̯̜͔̗̮͖̗͍̙͓̰͕̝͚̪̮̮̙͓͆̉͌͛̀͂̽͆͗̈́̀͂̒d̵̫̱̘̥͍̜̙̱͔̙̜̝̥͔́̀͆̽̈̌͊̄͋͊̋͆̒̓̓͂́̊̈́̋͑̚ẏ̴͔̰͉͔̳̠̜̱͈͍̥̰̭̽̓̆̇̓̌͂̂̎̂͋̚̚,҈͈̦̯͓͍͇̘͚̙̦̖̖̠̎̊̽̓͆͂̆͆̈́͑̌̐̑̌̃̀̚ͅ ṳ̸͈̭̠̩̬̖͙͚͉͓͖̯̫̯̳̘̖͙͈̙͂̉̋͗͂͆́̍͊͊̀̔̂̇́̆̏̋̀͗̒̃ͅn̶͍̲̙͍̥̲̟̝͚͔͎̖͚̩͚͒̽̽̓͐̆̑̽͒̾̈̄͂̒͗͋̌a̷͔͖̩̪̱͙̤͓̟̮̗̘̒̐̉̃̔͋͊̇̌̓͑̀́̾͒̐͆̔u̸͔̥͎̟͓̜͚̯̗̤̥͆͂̇̊͊̊̇̅̏̀̈́͂͑̃̈́̂̂͂͑͌̚ͅt҈͓̯̣̦̪͍͕̭̱͓̤͔̌͌͐͛̒̌̀̆̊́̈́̊̅ͅh̶̙͓͉̝̪̯̬͙̥͙͇͈͖̞͖̝͇͈̱̬͔̏̊̈́̔̀́̓͑̃̉̀͑̐ͅͅo҈̖̖͎͙͍̫̠̘̫̗̦͓̣̟͔̯̝̬̋̇̉͆̈́́͊́̋̿̐͛ŕ̶̭͈̬͖͍͔͖̫̮͎̳̙͛̈́̆̂͂̊̀̾͐̀̅̾̎͌̆́̇̓̚ͅi̵̱͈̯̱͎̱͔̦̳̟̱͇̙̤͓̯̅͐̎̏̇̍̉͛̋̃̓͊̏z̶̞̪̗͖̫͙͕͉̟̠͚͙͕̤͆͂̆̈́͒̎̋̏̃̿̒̽̾͑̈̏̀̔̚ͅͅe҉̩̖̪͕̮͇͉̲͍͚̯͕͎͕͙̫̜̯͉̱͓̽̍̓̋̽̓͐́̀͐̾̿̀͗͊̾͒ͅd̴͉͍͍͔̥̮̬̪̘̬͙̝͈̩͍̟͕̰̭̲͙͚̣̄̄̇̀̓̍̋̌͆̽̈̆͂͑̐̽͐ s̷̲̖͎̦̱͔̭̩̭͇͚̪̍̓̿͒̌̌̆͑̃̾̆̎́̐̃̄͊h҈͇͍̦̣̥̤͍͎̝̩̰̠̑̑̓́̔̐͛́͋̈́̓̐͗̿̓ͅã̶͇͓̣̘̩̮͖̤̗͈̞͕͈͕͉̘̫̪̗̘̖̈̾̐̊͊̀̆̈̿̓̓͐̈͋̏̈́̒̑̈́̾̀ͅc̴͕̗͈͙̳̱̥̮̳͍̣̮̞͎͈̭̲͓̑̽̊̓̈̍͛̅̒̓́͗͂͌̓͆́͒͐̏̀̈́̊̚k̶̩̳̥̲̣͓͍̙̠̙̯̠͕̪̟̫̖̫͇̪͆̔͐̀͂͊̽̃̈́̓́̆͛̌͗̐͐̉̈͛̓̑̚ͅs҉̳̲̗̲͙̫̬͓̗̘͈͉̖̝̪͚̏͌̇̂́̅̈̿̌͗̓͒͛̚̚ a̶̬͚̟͙͍̖̩̞̭̫̮͉̩̮̠̜̤̤̥͙̿̈́͊͂̑͆̓͗̑̅͊̔̅̔̍̈́̽̀ͅre the dwellings of countless people here. The sight of drunks rolling around on the street all day long, spewing shouts, is an extremely common daily occurrence in this Airin District.
The shutters of closed shops were stained with rust like scars, and the inns deep inside the gloomy alleys—with their roofs collapsed for decades—are still in operation.
The fog, which rarely clears even after the rain stops, drifted between tangled power lines spitting precarious sparks and moldy roofs, and the air on the street was filled with the smell of old cigarettes and abandoned trash. C̸̩̭͍̠͕̪̰͕̳͍̓͂̓̓̒̀͊͋̊͂̆o҉͙̱̣̜̠̟̭̫͉̬̠̞̎̃̔̔̈͌͆̒̓͆̽̿̌̽ͅu҉͕͎͔͚̥̥̩̫͙̞͈͚͎̯̬̳́̐͑̽͒́̏͐͊̂̑͌g̶͍̟̖͇̗̟̲̥͇̑̃̍̓͗̊̂̀̇͌́h҉͇͎͙̙̙̦̣̦͍͔̇͒͑͆͋̌̉̋̚ͅ!҉ !̶̣͓̲̜̣̪̝͓͕̅̾̎͛͒̐̓̾̑͒̈̈ͅ !҈͍̫̮̘̜̩͎̫͖̪̲̗̱̒̀̿̔͗͐̏̌̇́̓́̽ I̶̩͖̲̰̦͔̖̩̙̐̓̄̏̒̒́̋̒͗̉́͒̽̀̎t҉̭͉̮̰̙͇̥̳̱̦̙͍̾̃̐̉̋͑͐̊̒̉̏̆̇ f̷̞̝̫̯̬̘͓̬̣̝͕͇̦̯͐̎͌͌͌̃̿̊͌̒ề̸̝̙͎̙̰͖̤̣̣͙̖͎͎͉̬͗̊̇̈͛̋̂̓̚ȅ̸̩̘͓̥̣̠͉̣̭͓̘̠̟̱̬̐͐̏̀͆̐͐̉̏̃̂͐̿͊̌ͅḽ̶̰̗̦̥͉̙͚͔̩̤̗̞̪̿̾̽̏̒̓̒̿s̴̩̯̲͎̳̜̮̘͕̳͔͈͚̘͙̬̒̈́͌̃̈́̑̈́̐̆̈̀̓̚ s̶͖̪̤̭̘͕̪̣͓͕̝̟͕̿͆̔̿̍́̂̾̌̀́̆͊u҉̖͔̪̘̬͎̩̬͗̀̑̀́͛̆̑͑̄͂͆̐̔́̚f̴͉͍͖̝̩̙̥͖̣̏̒̾̋̊̎̃̉͊͂̐̔͌̐̀f҈̰̟̞̮̭̱̗̙͍̥͔̫̳̂̔̑̀͑̋̐̄̎̃͋͗͊̆o̷͕͇͍̳̯̙̥͕͕͎͋̑̀̌̾̐̿̀͂̎̄͌̉̆ͅcating.
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