Title: Dreams of Osgiliath
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: G
Notes: I dunno who the guy is. I stole this idea from Gaiman, but I think it works well here.
The city slumbers under the dust of years. The men who walk here now seem hard and sharp against her soft ruin, yet shadows have walked here longer and flit amongst them. One man looks up, suddenly, to see a distant street appear, clad in shining silver. It is like a trail of stars running off into the gloom. For a moment it beckons with echoes of song and life, and he wishes to chase the silver street, see where it leads. Wisely, he does not: the city dreams, and the dreams of cities are no place for living Men.
Title: Dreams of Minas Morgul
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Notes: The idea was nabbed from Gaiman.
A place of dread it is. It has long since been corrupted, but the city's dreams resound with old majesty. Through them run dark lanes, with windows empty and cold far above, glaring with a bitterness that could make any who saw them shiver. In its dreams, it watches its fair twin across the river, and dreams of waking. It knows it would be a fearsome thing if it did; it would defy distance and the two would clash. Even the city does not know what would happen then, but it dreams that it does, and its dreams are dark.
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