Because they are creations of The City and not beings of their own, The Shadows will disappear if I can erase The City.
And they told me how to do it.
They are victims of The City and by helping me they end their own forced existence.
They opened a Door.
The City knew what I had come to do. It became a pool of lava, a jungle of vicious creatures I’ve never seen before and will never see again. It tempted me and taunted me. My childhood home. My school. My apartment. My girlfriend’s house where I’d hidden from consoling relatives the summer my mother died.
A Shadow stood beside me and it was not my own. It told me what I had to do.
I found the maze and followed it. Left. Right. Right. Right. Left. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. Left. And on and on and on with the Shadow giving me directions.
I arrived in the most magnificent place. A giant garden with plants of so many different shapes and colors it would take me years to describe them all. And in the center of the garden was a great tree. It was gold and had silver leaves and it seemed so peaceful. While all around the garden the landscape shifted and changed.
A city. A mountain range. A field. An ocean. A war-torn land scape. The bowels of Hell.
Inside the garden, everything was still. This was the center of The City. I touched the tree.
I’m in the middle of some small mountain town. Called the suits to come pick me up.
The City and The Shadows are now gone.
I wonder if there were any other people trapped in The City? I wonder what happened to them?
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