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City in the Sky
The city shines like a cluster of green amethyst, a beacon of hope in light of a sordid past.
Legends of old speak of how our city was plucked from the fertile green fields far below the clouds, from a land once held in the highest esteem. Only the eldest of the elders remembers the motherland, and the great calamity which befell it many years ago. She only speaks of it when pressed (or sometimes on karaoke night).
But life here in the city is great. Sometimes I sit with a few of my friends at the edge of the lower gardens and watch the clouds burn in the crimson sunsets. Here we dangle our feet over the edge, and imagine ourselves flying through the sea of clouds, the only thing to catch us if we fall. I'll admit it sounds a bit reckless, but the invisible barrier would never let us fall, only the streams of water flowing from the city's center. Where they land, no one knows; but I like to think they are cleansing the scorched earth below. Perhaps one day we can return.
I tell my closest friend what's on my heart:
"Sometimes I can see the earth peaking through the clouds below. Do you think there is human life down there?"
"Shhh... Go back to the city!"
Perhaps they are right. I have everything I need here. But I'll keep searching...