There was once an old art district in the city. Complete with statues of marble, gold, and stone, paintings of abstract, baroque, and romantic styles, sculptures of yarn, wood, and metal, and exhibitions of water art, it was popular in its heyday, but now it has collected dust and crumbled. The fountains are filled with murk and frogs. They no longer are capable of operating. The gorgeous mosaic paths are now crushed and mud-covered. The art has turned to ruin. The water damage was too much. Yet, the art district remains. It remains a reminder of what once was, of what had become of culture, and of what could become the future- a world of complete ruin and decay, repurposed by nature in any possible way.