Vivero

The building looked like no one had stepped on it for ages, but there was still some life within it. A crack on the ceiling let some light through, making the lucky plants that got it grow excessively and uncontrollably, while the other smaller plants reached desperately for it, to no avail, rotting and pale in the darkness. There were no flowers left, having died off long ago.

The dust invaded the place like the hundreds of ants and other sorts of bugs that nested on the flora.