The mythical city,
Covered in fog and mist,
Ethereal, unattainable.
Each morning I look out into the distance,
Hoping to see another miracle.
I am never disappointed,
As magic always awaits me.
Such is life,
Beauty is always there,
That which seems unattainable rarely is,
Our barriers, our own creation.
We have the power,
We hold the magic,
To break through our chains,
To remove the veil,
To become one with the city of light.

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