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Describe a city, real or imagined. This city is fragile, teetering on the edge of the land. Its delicate crystalline spires extend to the sky. Tendrils of the city extend into the ether, forgotten bridges to another world lost in the void. This city is broken. It stands alone, naked and bare. The sun makes the city sparkle, seemingly alive as the light changes the shapes of the structure. No spire is the same colour, bold lapis lazuli to shy quartz. This is a city built from the rock, the soul of the earth, formed eons ago by a mysterious force. It was once bustling, the sounds of commerce and laughter filling its resonant space. Running f

Describe a sinister street at night. The darkness is oppressive; the only source of light the bobbing candle in my hand. Its range only extends a few feet, illuminating the cobbles under my feet and letting the shapes loom before I am in front of them. It casts sinister shadows, leaving shapes indistinct.  This half light plays tricks on the mind, a cat's eyes glow like a demon's before it tiptoes over the path in front of me. I walk quickly, my skirts rustling around my feet. I keep one hand on the wall beside me, a guide to my destination. A bird caws, the echoing sound seemingly omnipresent. I jump, looking this way and that fo

Describe a place you do not like. There is a place inside my head where nightmares are made and blood splatters the walls. It is a hauntingly surreal place, so real, yet so imaginary. Sometimes I feel as if none of it can be true, yet the pain lances through my nerves and I do not wake. This can't be a dream. Shadows move like serpents, climbing and smirking at me from all sides. Chains hang from the ceiling, reaching down like vines, moving to bind me still. I never stand still in this place. Things only move when I take my eyes off them, still as statues so long as I just do not blink. I cannot blink. But, the air stings my eyes, I must. M