Under the gloomy, heavy twilight, the former luster of the Rainbow Welfare Institute had completely faded.
Only a mottled, dilapidated sign remained, hanging solitarily above the crumbling doorframe.
The three words, "Rainbow Welfare Institute,"
looked both ironic and desolate, weathered by the winds and frosts of time.
Every stroke carried endless sorrow and a forgotten past,
slowly gnawed away by the merciless teeth of time until they were unrecognizable.
Two wooden doors, heavy as lead, stood like aged guardians that had long lost their former dignity. Ajar, they exuded an air of desolation and solitude.
The wind threaded wantonly through the ruined walls, carrying a bone-chilling cold as it whipped the man-high thickets of weeds within the courtyard into a frenzy.
These weeds grew wildly in twisted shapes, their edges tinged with an ominous, dark green hue.
They swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound,
like low whispers, or perhaps mournful wails,
