"Something which seemed easy to start with is increasingly turning into a steep, high mountain. He slips, falls deep, injures himself, walks on. Reaching the top, he looks down into the valley and sees the big city. And above all there is this noise, untitled noise.
He looks up, tries to see, only a faint inkling makes him bend his steps downwards. Shadows throw their dark side across the paths of the city, he sidesteps them, finds shelter at the centre. And glances up again.
The noise is everywhere now, the atmosphere slowly feeding on it until satiated. He is floating on the atmosphere, looking at the city lying there, deep down. And realises just how small it is."
Loading more stuff…
Hmm…it looks like things are taking a while to load. Try again?