ENTRY #501K:0427

The city was magnificent, but seemingly devoid of inhabitants. Palatial spires of luminescent steel and light towered over us. The structures moved and swayed in the jet currents. We, pilgrims, dehydrated and feeble, standing wearily at the footsteps of the urban center.

A deep, visceral vibration emanated from the superstructure itself. At moments, it seemed to be calling to us from a precise direction - then, the direction of the wind would shift, and suddenly we were no longer certain of our bearings. The combination of extraordinary sight & sound was disorienting, spatial references became warped, echoes crackled in the distance, the breeze felt electric. We were both frightened and exhilarated; we were nearly certain that we were trespassing in someone’s sacred and hallowed capital, yet couldn’t shake the feeling that we found ourselves here for a reason.