A place seldom viewed, yet still in view;
Near as ourselves, yet farthest from our care;
Which we by leaving find, by seeking lost;
A fortain home, strange, though native coast;
Most obvious to all, yet most unknown to most'

Phineas Fletcher (describing the human body)

Emanating from the tower in the center of Nirvana city, a line of ten thousand people stretches radially outward, like the hand of a giant clock, out to the edge of the city, and beyond. Everybody waiting patiently as the line creeps forward through the immaculate streets. Everyone wanting to reach a destination in a limited time.

I have to make it on time, to my destined city. 'In this world time is a local phenomenon. 'Every swing of a pendulum, every second that passes counts… Trying to squeeze in, struggling here and there, at last I make it through the crowd. 
After traveling a long distance a blurred image appears, there's my destined city, I can see it. It is dead and dry, isolated, waiting to be enlivened once again. The intertwining streets seem so long, but still I have to proceed in my journey, time is almost over.
Vision is getting clearer as I am getting closer. The tall high vertical buildings, so dark and old appear as aged tree trunks emerging from the earth beneath, and huge white monsters approaching them from the other side. A glow in the city shines as I cross its gates; the city is alive once again. 

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