Patience. It’s my only weapon now.
You saw a beautiful city and, lacking the courage to even imagine the possibility that that beauty could be a part of you, you sought to destroy it.
Now only ghosts remain.
We are the ghosts and you cannot kill us.
Brick by brick, the walls and formational structures were stolen from us.
But you see, the further the pieces fly, the more we grow. We will make a song in the night. Our city is expanding.
We know who we are.
We know what happened.
We remember and we will not be silenced.