He emerged into a city built of glass and echoes. Above him, three moons hung in a sky the color of a bruised plum. People walked the streets in silence, their clothes woven from starlight and shadow. They didn't look surprised to see a mailman in a polyester uniform.
The flame didn't burn orange. It burned a deep, impossible violet. 156153 zip
Elias stepped forward. His foot didn't hit the floor. It hit soft, silver grass. He emerged into a city built of glass and echoes