Talk:Take the air/@comment-162.212.19.85-20150106170420

Alternate failure:

The second of five

The stench of the lacre burns your nostrils. You remember dim streets lit by nooked lamps. Drifts of sand fringed the square houses. Even all these years after the Fall, there was still sand.

Glassless windows yawned in plastered buildings. Statues stood on every corner, crested with head-dresses. A black river murmured past the Beloved's Palace. At the heart of the city, between the Bureau of Correspondence and the Temple of Judgement, the Bazaar's spires climbed into the gloom.

1 memory of light, increase in melancholy and walking the falling cities.