Story 17 of 48, about 4 minutes to read

Geometries of a Lucid Dream

A refuge in the stillness of a vision in stone

You walk through a small town that seems to have stepped out of a metaphysical dream: clean lines, wide squares, long shadows on the paving. The air smells of warm plaster and your step is the only sound.

You do not know how much time passes: here time seems to thin, perhaps to stop.

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