dimly lit room, walls with mixed color’s of a deserts red and white. filled edge to edge with brown maple wood desks, and horde blue dusty chairs. a silence like no ones there like a room left alone for years. ceiling that crumbled and left in disarray. how ever silent wipers echo across the room. the cliter and clatter of small clicks one after another. small silent sounds fill the dead air. the room filled but left empty drained of all life and motivation left to asunder as life slowly fades away. time passes and the sounds get louder till the clocks hand hits right below 12. a ruckus will appear filling the room with life and motion. as if a sleeping giant awoke. laughter and commotion, the dead will seem alive once again energy return only for it to repeat as the light fades and the room left empty once more. the clatter of small clicks will be gone and the dead air will remain. light faded into black, neon lights reflecting off the clear white wall will be gone. the old blue dusty chairs left empty the room will be cold and lifeless, the giant will continue to slumber till the dawn of the next day.