It begins as an idea, as revolution is wont to do.
her feet wrecked
The tiny vessel approached, its pilot entombed within for six long years, out of one storm and into another, centuries old.
We raged against the powers that bind, just like any one of you would.
Thirty years gone, a thousand square miles.
A reprieve of green amongst an urban landscape of tall, gleaming buildings, men in suits passing by on their way to a meeting.
There used to be colors here, you know.