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Bridge of Hallengton--the bridge where only the most miserable type of people walk across--has a surprisingly beautiful view of the autumn river, though, people have not yet realized that or may I say, too occupied to realize it. The hazy color of the early autumn sky blends into the endless blueness of the river below it, if one had the time to observe the surroundings of the construction they stand upon, they might’ve realized that maybe London is not so bad after all.
As the sun is halfway through the evening, many would notice an awkward-looking person at the edge of the deck. They don’t seem to mind, but his posture and how still he’s standing could freak some of the newer people crossing it. Regardless, they would know that it is just a recently deviated android admiring the art of the horizon.
Connor holds onto the cemented railing, looking upon the floating yellow leaves on the river, fascinated by its movement. The bright blue river is starting to be covered by a whitish thin cloud with orange sun-rays illuminating the slight dimness of the evening. Connor can’t help but analyze every single thing that is happening before his eyes, the constant dynamic of the people, the ever-changing waves of the river, the change of color the atmosphere experienced while the sun is going west, the lights of the city getting brighter as the sky went darker and darker.
Time passes, now only the tip of the skyline is shined by yellow lights, the Heavens is only starting to show its glory. Androids shouldn’t feel any emotions, but Connor’s eyes tell us his sentiment towards the phenomenon that just occurred, his eyes are dazzled by amazement. An out-of-breath gasp can be heard meters away from Connor’s position, Connor turns his head towards it to see a grey-haired man with his hands on his knees. Connor recognized the old man and his smirk is gradually becoming more visible.