In Sri Lanka, a faraway tropical paradise, the mighty land monitor lizard emerges from the jungle into gardens, while monkeys leap from roof to roof overhead, visible only by their shadows on the ground. By a sonata of birdsong I am awoken. I walk outside, and am greeted by palm leaves criss-crossing the sky. My vision blurred by the dappled, multicoloured light, I fix each detail onto the golden pages of my memory.
The icy light trickled down from a white night woven by silver threads. He didn't know that the dream had been left behind him, somewhere in the boundless chaos beyond this city, where the lighted sky stretched far into the night, an eternal brilliance lying alone in the depths of darkness and dewโฆ In the city, where people tell stories.
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In Sri Lanka, a faraway tropical paradise, the mighty land monitor lizard emerges from the jungle into gardens, while monkeys leap from roof to roof overhead, visible only by their shadows on the ground. By a sonata of birdsong I am awoken. I walk outside, and am greeted by palm leaves criss-crossing the sky. My vision blurred by the dappled, multicoloured light, I fix each detail onto the golden pages of my memory.
The icy light trickled down from a white night woven by silver threads. He didn't know that the dream had been left behind him, somewhere in the boundless chaos beyond this city, where the lighted sky stretched far into the night, an eternal brilliance lying alone in the depths of darkness and dewโฆ In the city, where people tell stories.