Day 1,633

We had always walked among beings that were best left to their own devices. The ones who flitted between the boundaries of reality and time as it it were a game of hopscotch and our pitiful little lives were the stones they threw to mark their squares.

Everybody had, at some point in their lives, encountered one of these beings, traded favours or courtesies and lived to tell the tale. It had been this way since the city was little more than a handful of wooden huts by the river that was now a key trading route for the entire country.

Then something- or perhaps someone - tipped the scales and throughout the city, unseen hands carried lanterns that led tens of thousands into the subway stations and onto trains that had no mortal destination. The beings themselves were nowhere to be found and all their enchantments faded away to nothingness and nothingness we became in return.

We are but shadows roaming the underside of other cities, trying to reach through and warn them while the beings flee from us like we were the fleas carrying plague instead of the rats trying to find a home in a world that they carried us to and blame us for.