The City That Slept During the Day

Even light can be tiring.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Citizens reversed the hours, worshiping the moon for clarity. In the dark, they finally saw what the sun had hidden.

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The City That Slept During the Day

Even light can be tiring.

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