The final dream. No stopping the sky.
This is the last time I dreamt about this, and it’s become clearer more than ever. This is the end of the birth, the end of the whole sanctuary as it was. Now, it is a city. A city rushing towards adolescence, and its people, rushing to get ahead. You’re on the ground, and someone or the other will push you over and get ahead. That’s what this city is going to be. As the sun reaches new heights in the sky, as this rising city gets more illuminated in the crisp morning golden light, I see more and more of what this city will be. This was my dream, and very slowly it might just become a reality.