Miria dreamed.
She saw a highway stretching out before her, long and boring. As she nears the top of a hill, she sees a city below it, filled with skyscrapers and tall buildings. In one moment, there is a flash of it being thriving, busy, a nightscape of lights against the darkness. There is no moon tonight, an obvious sign of the New Moon. In
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