1. you search forever to find the soul. it is everywhere, pieces of starlight scattered through this dream.
2. it only appears whole at night. you pluck lights from the heavens and send them down to earth, where they beckon, aching, calling.
3. sometimes you can feel it beating. the heart of the city lies underneath monoliths of stone, gardens, culture. it is a hundred million lights the city loves; here, icarus does not fall. here, icarus has brought the sun down with him, and this city has inhaled it and exhaled stars.