Manehatton looked beautiful in the Summer, its summer sun would illuminate the colors of red, blue and green, magnificent colors painting the city. How the sun would shine perfectly on Golden Harvest's amber mane...

Manehatton. Golden Harvest. Both are gone.

And I wonder, when this battle in the bones of the very city I once loved ends. Will I join them?

Part of the 30 Minutes to Write Challenges, although I sadly exceeded 30 minutes writing this...by a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Over the course of three days, spending altogether at least four hours to write this a lot. Still, it was a blast to write!