Urban Myths

The city has its own myths.

They resonate through the streets like the fluttering of countless starling wings. The prologue begun by the man with large hands glimpsed through the gaps in the cobblestones is still unfolding. The story is just beginning.

Mirages floating in the steam of black tea, a man and woman vowing eternity with an ice ring, a one-eared cat hiding in an accordion, and the Lunarian illuminating on a crescent moon night.

The city's myths are not mere figments of our imagination. They are the dreams that the city itself dreams.