What does it take to fashion a dream? To rebuild a life? Warning: you may want to have a box of Kleenex close at hand. This one moved me to tears.
The City of Dreams insists upon its own disassembled architecture. You will notice this immediately, as you navigate a street that shifts from cobblestones to asphalt, dirt, pebbles, sand and brick, all inside of forty paces. Do not be alarmed. The City of Dreams is built from stories, layered. You will wander, disconsolate, unless you heft a chisel, drill, a hammer, nails. Enter in.
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