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A tribute to the City of Tears
(script under cut)
1.
Unlike what people thought,
the Dreamers were aware of the world even in the Dream.
So Lurien continued to watch.
For that was his duty.
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2.
Perhaps,
the title of ‘Watcher’
suits him now
more than it ever did when he was awake.
The Watcher's gaze wanders the city like a ghost.
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3.
The endless sound of dripping rain, light glinting off the wet streets.
It didn't always rain in the city.
In the years
since the city was built,
the rain was a relatively new development.
4.
But now even Lurien
finds it easier
to imagine the view outside the windows without rain
than to remember the city of before.
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5.
Every day the city the Watcher knows falls into ruin.
And Lurien's worn out memories
fade bit by bit
leaving only the vague impression
that 'it wasn't always like this.'
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6.
A song echoing amidst the patter of rain.
Traces of a dream different from that of the Dreamers.
Or perhaps a requiem from the city to itself.
7.
In either case
the song is not for Lurien.
Lurien loved the Kingdom’s Capital,
the heart of Hallownest.
He did not live the age
where songs for a ruin were sung on the streets.
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8.
The streets echo with the footsteps of busy bugs.
Peaceful silence hangs in the Spire
and Lurien sits at his telescope.
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9.
Perhaps
if you cover your eyes
you could pretend
that Lurien’s beloved city
hasn't changed at all.
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10.
But the Watcher never turns away.
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11.
The wanderers call this place
the City of tears.
They will never realize
just how apt the name is.