"We're walking in the streets, or what's left of them. I take your hand, and the city is slowly vanishing. There's no crowd anymore, no cars, no signals. But in the middle of the road, purple and mellow shape is floathing: the shape of our original dream. Stay calm. Hold me tight. Give it a chance to take us away."
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