An awkward encounter. Like people who never know what to say at funerals. The mall is a celebration of eternal youth, constantly trying to make you forget about death. It has never been able to face death; its direct opposite. It wanted to take advantage of it by selling anything they could: flowers, tombstones, candles, handkerchiefs. But somehow, in the end, it did not do it. They built this extension but it remained unfinished, empty. Finally, the mall reached a limit it would not cross.
It silently vanished into the forest.