No one wants to live here among the frail cancerous bones — detritus from Dislike — a great city made of the shiniest bones, built by Disdainful vultures. The city ascends bone by bone, but restricted in girth by the Bone Corset. It cannot sprawl. The stairways and passages of Confined make mazes. Travelers get lost in them. People apply for visas attempting to recover loved ones and become lost themselves in the spiral staircases of bone searching.
"They say the vultures ate them," whispers one.
“No, the vultures never eat their guests," chides another.
Some wander off to read in bone nooks and crannies. In the Bone Market sellers offer trinkets, runes, and charms: “Find your way.” “Find peace.” “Never get lost again.”
“How offensive,” outsiders say. “To wear the precious secret hidden parts of another soul laid bare.”
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
"They say the vultures ate them," whispers one.
“No, the vultures never eat their guests," chides another.
Some wander off to read in bone nooks and crannies. In the Bone Market sellers offer trinkets, runes, and charms: “Find your way.” “Find peace.” “Never get lost again.”
“How offensive,” outsiders say. “To wear the precious secret hidden parts of another soul laid bare.”
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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