A man can dream... So, he dreamed.

He dreamed of his city, of storefronts and stormfronts and fire...

No. He dreamed of flowers. He dreamed of flowers and faces and graves, megalithic, and fire...

NO! He quivered in baking light, suddenly awake.

Sweat studded his forehead, catching a glow from above and below and around and from...

"Fire!"

Check out the Skyscraper...

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