This piece...a symbolism; (Not meant to be 'literature' just a description of the image)
Inside the skyscraper so tall, standing at the windows ledge so close. Spying on the city below. All the surroundings that from grounds view are bigger than life, or so they seem. Somehow from way up here seem so small and congested. The night is so dark, a moon nor star anywhere in sight. She pressed her forehead to the cold dark glass, looking down at the Dark City around. Suddenly everything seemed so cold... sterile... unfeeling... dark... shadows abound. Humanities shadows. Societies darkness. Somehow in that sudden moment, she who stands at the windows ledge, becomes so small in comparison to this grand window, in this mammoth building and in comparison to the this world outside with all it's secrets, shadows, wronging's, and darkness. From this view she saw the cold, Dark City...