The sun melted into the skyline of the city, turning the world a shimmering pale blue before casting it into darkness. It’s where I live, and once upon a time, it was the place I lay sleeping, dreaming of things to be and things that never were. Once there was light in the darkened landscape of the sleeping unknown, but now there is only the slackened innards of a tired mind, looking out upon the gray horizon with the quiet apathy I’ve come to embrace as my only refuge. Home, a true home, where warmth and comfort live alongside me, has long been forgotten. My world is one of stark beauty. There is death here. But never rest.