From the mist
And out of the mist came the city.
The city of dreams.
Its spires rose through the sky
cutting through the mist like beacons of hope.
Reaching to the skies
pointing to the heaves of which I can only dream.
Immutable, immovable, immortal.
Eternal they stand tall.
My journey is at its end.
Under these towers I shall rest.
Forever in their shadow I remain.
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