The Lost City |
1. Neon Light
- Cannons
"From a withered tree, a flower blooms."
~Buddha
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I. Gobi Desert
"What brings you to this scorched planet?"
The curious Dragon gazed at Ozymandias.
"This world is my destiny." said Ozymandias. He looked earnestly at the Dragon, Astira & Jamu. They sat together in an intimate circle positioned between a bosom of dunes. The plane of the galaxy arced above, the central stars remote & hidden by clouds of interstellar dust.
"I am from the Lost City. In its day the city was called the Trantor of the East. It was a planet wide city of unsurpassed aquatic beauty- the lotus of galactic civilization."
"What? That city is a myth. Just a myth from 50,000 years ago. It is a lost one in history."
Astira made a face & shook her head. The Dragon sat unperturbed.
"Ozymandias, where is this lost city of ancient lore? Is it on the Silk Path?"
The Dragon asked the question matter of factly. His polite skepticism hung in the air.
"Dragon Master, the Trantor of the East was destroyed by the Empire. The Empire showed no mercy. The Emperor proclaimed there was only one Trantor in the galaxy- not two."
"I see. But where is the lotus of civilization today?"
The Dragon paused & waited for an answer. Ozymandias sat thinking- a statue in the sand. Finally, he broke the silence.
"The heart of the lotus lies buried in the sand beneath your feet."
Somewhere in the night the humming sand carried a faint whisper of Qi.
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