Buried in ever falling sands, the great city still rises over the desert. Some say it was forged of a tempered glass, glass as hard as metal. Others say those distant towers were hewn of an unmelting ice. Still, I’ve heard some learned men consider the possibility that The Dying City might be a geological phenomenon, great crystalline structures forming naturally uncounted eons ago. Then again, most of the learned men declare that it’s just myth and mirage. No one who has traveled deeply enough into the desert to see has returned to tell what it is: real or ephemeral, peopled or as empty and dead as the desert in which it lies.
Unfortunately, in all my travels, I have never been to The Dying City. I cannot, and only a fool will tell you otherwise, truly claim knowledge of what it is. To learn more, one must either risk the desert himself, or enjoy the bountiful fictions surrounding this oft reported sight of nearly invisible towers shimmering in the sun. I daresay, sometimes this form of foolishness contains overlooked and forgotten truth.
As a final note: There have been many sketches and even some paintings of The Dead City. It is interesting how often these different artists realize the same basic shape. If these sightings were the result of mere imagination, how could they all be so derivative of each other?
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