The bones of the concrete colossi creaked and groaned in the throes of their sylvan conquerors. Broken bodies swallowed by a serpentine tide of ravenous vines, their foundations infiltrated a thousand-thousand fingers - ceaselessly seeking roots. The stalwart strength of steel corroded under the liquid kisses of dew, while abandoned rooms - now swollen cypress cavities - burst; birthing leave laden boughs and sending silicate showers of shattered glass to the streets below. Like fallen stars, they tumbled and sparkled and were forgotten among the mossy morass. Black splotches, once the host of molotov cocktail parties and petrol pumice from desperate efforts to halt the advance of the green crackled and crumbled to make way for new shoots, whose virile emerald strained to touch the distant sky. Vulnerable viridian glistened in the noon sun - but none came came to hack back its advance.

After all, the city had long been ceded.

Only vague pockets of resistance remained. Underground where the roots had not yet percolated - on the tip-tops of the skyscrapers where the asphalt was its bleakest, blackest. With matchsticks and rifles, they may as well have been using buckets and shovels to defeat the ocean tides. They had no chance of overcoming the tireless force of the forest - not when all of their horses and all of their men couldn't even stop the herald of civilizations end.

An ivory tower unto herself, the building scale borzoi had seized powerlines and tore the veins out of the canverous construction that was the cityscape. Her every footfall had dismantled the proud obsidian of the street beneath her feet. Hollow spaces and civilized spaces had resonated with the terrible timbre of her musical tone. It invited the trimmed grasses and the flowers in vases to rise up and rebel. Commanded every houseplant and the shrubbery and the mild mannered mosses in their side-walk-stations.

And mankind was aghast. It was an affront. Subjugators, domesticators; they had strained for strains where the wild was mild and thorns had been forgot. They believed they had received the keys of the kingdom - masters of the pastures and were surprised to find they were not.

"Do not fault yourself for believing you possess undue importance. The arrogance of intelligence is born on the false pretense of uniqueness." their colossal canine conqueror had comforted them - dismantling their monuments and stamping out lives with the same breath. Tone hypnotic, approach methodic, with plenty of chances to get away - it did not dissuade or persuade them to abandon the fray.

"The only absolute is the ephemeral," the borzoi mused thoughtfully, watching rebar bend and plaster dissolve at the voracious touch of thirsty vines. Unseated bricks like pebbles in the churning waters of a flooding river slipped and broke - their sharp edges smoothed by the tumble and the roll. "Nothing is forever - not even forever. Eventually eternity eventually comes to pass." She'd mused to no one in particular - golden gaze slithering from one retreating facade of resistance to the next - occasionally making a demonstration of those too slow to flee or blind enough to lay her in their sights.

Noon blue fled into the orange red of dusk; where desperate pearls of electronic light defied the darkness like so many lightening bugs. The mating call of a dying breed - they winked out one by one beneath a clay smattered heel or impatient claws, until their light abstained or none remained.

And in a twilight that had not touched this ground for century's since - the flare of fluorescent glare burned upon the horizon. Painted in tones of neon, the dry stink of Freon and other artificial advances of the recent eon - another destination summoned her visitation.

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Ramona makes her big debut courtesy this lovely piece by  sayuncle
https://twitter.com/sayuncleart
Whose first macro piece was an astounding success in my opinion - be sure to give a look through their gallery and twitter where they are marginally more active.