In the following passage from a dystopian novel, the author describes a once-thriving metropolis now shrouded in desolation:
"The skyscrapers, once proud monuments to progress, now stood like mournful giants, their glass facades cracked and faded, reflecting a world stripped of color. The streets were lined with abandoned vehicles, their metal carcasses rusting under the weight of time. A thick fog lingered in the air, obscuring the sun, while whispers of the past echoed in the hollowed-out shells of buildings. The few remaining inhabitants moved through this ghost city with a sense of loss, their faces as gray as the surroundings, each step a reminder of life that once pulsed through these streets."