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realistic, hyper realism, vivid, cinematic, spectacular, dynamic, creative, The road that led to and from Bullmar was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration. Bullmar , once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now partially reclaimed by nature. Bird songs, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of a bustling community. The fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green and overgrown with algae and other plants. But at the very least the ducks seemed to enjoy it. Street after street of abandoned homes made for a terrifying thought. Each house was once a home, a home belonging to a family and now there was only emptiness. But not all was lost. In a way the legacy of this town lived on through the animals that lived here now, the spirit was still alive albeit in a different manner. Fantasy style, fantasy dreamlike art. Rustic. Surreal Harmony.