City of Awyra

Smoke wafted through the air in clouds, bringing the smell of charred and burnt flesh. Broken bodies were littered around the once shining streets. The once colorful homes and shops now lay shattered, their skeletons out for the world to see. Ash hung in the sky, making the sun an angry red. My world had once been perfect. I remember when this city’s streets had been busy with people, walking to and from the market. Voices chattering and laughing. I remember when our homes were painted in bright colors, yellows, reds, blues, and purples. I remember when the sun shone and it never rained.

You see, I lived in the magical city that floated.

The City Above the Clouds. The City of Awyra.

And I was the one who caused it to fall.

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