Beneath the horned moon hanging in the black sky, stars glittering with auguries and comets leaping to their prophetic death, the pink-tinged nebula of night slumps against the land. Sirens dissipate down distant streets, buildings darken and resolve to ashes. Everything draws into itself, a gray smolder at the end of its ride. Moon, stars, roof tops disappear in the filtered light of prism veils breeding wild flowers in the air. The city floats from its telluric dock -- a spectral extract in occultation, a dopplegänger dwelling of a distant light reinvented, as gods, spirits and legions cluster and evolve into new myths.Birth sign: Libra
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