The Forgotten

The constellations of the skyline glimmers, a swarm of phosphorescent white fireflies burning frozen in black amber. An impossible metropolis, a city embedded deep within the cartography of dreams and accessible only by such. Occasionally glimpsed briefly by two sleeping lovers who will never sleep again together, or spied perhaps from the distant shores of recreational hallucinations gone wrong. Which is when it becomes aware, realizes it is being watched and reacts. From her shadows a whisper is launched, rises from streets paved with ghosts, flows around a shifting architecture of silhouettes , soars over the still waters of a vast, empty night and lands across your thoughts to deliver a secret name. Yours. One long forgotten, abandoned shortly after you were born. One earned hard in the Lands of Death that waits one day to ask if you can recall it.
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