Darkness descends, and the shadows cover the space. Into the darkness, with dead leaves and branches intertwined, the horror city grows outward. There is no trace of anyone in front of the ticket office, no figure behind the glass, and the exposed gravel, bricks, and steel bars show their original appearance. The wind and rain will accelerate aging, and the facility and its destination will be farewell. The chute has long since dried up, and there is no sprinting down the rapids, let alone full expectations. Everything, stopped in the long past, the stagnant merry-go-round, can no longer bring the joy of spinning around. .