/lit/ - Literature

The city is asleep. Dying gray night still looms before it ruptures to sunrise. The veil of thin early morning air still shrouds the metropolis. Subways harbor ghost passengers, and the traffic lights change unnoticed. Aircraft warning lights blink silently atop the monolithic skyscrapers, soft red beacons in the air, signalling out into the sky. The streets are quiet. The city is asleep; but the nomad wanders on.