Requiem in Amber
Walk to the grey city at the edge of the long-dry sea, past the corpses of ancient architecture.
Go to the center where it all ended, the gothic hall where that otherworldly bomb landed, obliterating everyone, leaving everything.
Sit anywhere you like—you’re the only audience today. Maybe ever.
Listen to the orchestra playing in their bubble of time, like music trapped in amber. They endlessly loop the 122 minutes before the bomb, unaware of the dead world outside. Odd how that happened.
Close your eyes.
If you fall asleep, you can hear it all again in two hours.