The Golden Downtown
The dream does not wake you so much as it allows you to remain. You are standing in a place that feels less like a city and more like a memory of a city, a translucent overlay laid upon the bones of some forgotten metropolis. The air is thick with a static charge, humming with a frequency that vibrates in your molars. You know you are here because you are tired, or because you are dying, though...
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