Illustration for text the once gleaming skyscraper stood at the heart of the downtown district, a beacon of commerce and corporate life. now, however, its grandeur was fading. deprived of the constant influx of human energy, its steel structure had begun to rust, and its magnificent glass facade looked more like the opaque scales of a dying fish than the mirror windows that once reflected the city's ambition. months had passed since its last feed. once a bustling hub, the streets around the skyscraper were now deserted due to the pandemic, with only a few cars occasionally passing by. one evening, as the sun’s orange hue painted the skyline, a deep, mournful groan emanated from the tower. the sound vibrated through the streets, causing parked cars to shake and windows to rattle. then, with a series of mechanical crunches, the skyscraper's base began to retract and morph, forming giant, limb-like appendages. it was moving.