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 <i>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</I>
 
+The skyline twisted and contorted around her like a distorted reflection in a warped mirror. A chill ran down Lily's spine as she clutched onto the metal railing that separated pedestrians from certain death. The wind howled, whipping her long brown hair into a tangled mess around her face. She didn't care. All she could focus on was the towering skyscraper in front of her, its once-gleaming facade now marred by gaping wounds where once there had been pristine windows.
 
+The ground shook beneath her feet as another explosion rocked the foundation of the building. People screamed and ran in every direction, but Lily remained rooted to her spot, unable or perhaps even unwilling to tear her gaze away from the 21st floor where she knew he was still trapped.
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+"Lily!" A familiar voice cut through the chaos, jolting her back to reality. She turned to see Detective Jackson sprinting towards her, his normally crisp suit disheveled and covered in soot. "We have to go! Another one could—"
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+But it was too late. Before he could even finish his sentence, the entire side of the building she had been fixated on gave way with a deafening roar, showering debris and shrapnel in every direction. Lily felt herself being lifted off her feet as if by an invisible hand before everything went black...
 
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 <I>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</I>
 
+The skyline twisted and contorted around them like an angry sea. Ava gripped the metal railing tightly, her knuckles turning white as the skyscraper swayed beneath her feet. She forced herself to look down at the city below, trying desperately not to vomit from the vertigo-inducing height.
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+But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the window in front of her on the 21st floor. It shattered again, showering glass and debris across the windy expanse. Ava's stomach flipped as a figure tumbled past, arms and legs flailing wildly before they were swallowed by the relentless maelstrom below.
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+"Ava!" someone yelled over the roar of the howling winds. She glanced back to see Detective Ramirez, his salt-and-pepper hair blowing every which way, gripping onto the railing next to hers. "We don't have time for this! Come on!"
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+With a deep breath, Ava forced herself to move, following Ramire hostage down the swaying walkway towards the emergency stairwell. They had to get to the ground floor, now more than ever. But what was causing this? And more importantly, how could they stop it?
 
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 The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained</i>
 
+palpable and oppressive, suffocating any sound or movement that might dare to intrude upon it. The only sounds that managed to penetrate this heavy cloak were the occasional creak of a floorboard or the soft rustle of fabric as someone shifted their weight in one of the empty tables. Even these minuscule noises seemed amplified and intrusive in comparison, reverberating through the otherwise impenetrable silence like gunshots in an otherwise perfect stillness.
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+The second part of the silence was not a lack, but a presence all its own. It hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any attempt at conversation or even thought. It weighed heavily on the shoulders of those unfortunate enough to be trapped within its icy grip, pressing down on their chests and making it difficult to breathe. Even the fireplace in the center of the room, normally crackling merrily with life-giving warmth, seemed subdued and lifeless, its meager heat unable to penetrate the relentless grip of this oppressive silence.
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+The third and most insidious part of the silence was not a lack or a presence at all, but rather an absence. An absence of life, of vitality, of any sign that living, breathing souls had ever passed through these very same doors. It permeated every creak and groan of the ancient timbers, seeping into the cracks between the floorboards and clinging to the smoke-stained ceiling like a malevolent mold. Even the silence itself seemed to have an absence at its core, as if whatever essence gave it shape and substance had been slowly, inexorably drained away until nothing remained but this hollow, gaping void where once there might have been sound or life.
 
 <b>"Enhanced"</b>