Smoke converges above the city of Rome. Smoke that twists into twin eagles colliding to compete over the peons below them as if they were mice, scrambling for safety. The sky’s sea-glass blue fogged and clouded by smog bled by the flames that devour marble architectures and pedestals. A sky of pandemonium pai…
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