Brown leaves of the fig at the sides of the fountain danced in the air while the base of Leon's boots hit the ground with soft thuds.
Each step he took bounced the fallen leaves back into the air until he stopped by the fountain. Where is everything?
The upward flow of the fountain's water was now flowing downward like a giant tree that had its head chopped off. The clear pool of the fountain was now a birthplace for mosquitoes and a graveyard for the sun's rays and the fig tree's leaves.
A glass clicking sound echoed the moment Leon shifted his gaze from the fountain and focused on the glass wall of the building.
Memories of the smooth glass surfaced in his head when he moved two steps forward. The past and the future state of the building reeled side-by-side in Leon's head with every blink of his eyes.
