Who do you think you are?!
Asked the tall, Victorian building to the newt next to it. It was a small, elongated building problably directed towards the services or business/retail areas, but it wouldn't be out of place were it a supermarket or a rich garage. The old construction demanded an identity, a sign, a purpose, something to come out of the little building's visual composure, but it was not his game, not like that. For it, there was meaning in anything it was and in what it wasnt', rather than in facial persona that screams to the four winds its mission on this existence. Therefor, the little building remained silent... but speaking l