You walk through the city, through the countryside, through familiar and unfamiliar streets and alleys
You listen to the silence, enjoy the prosperity, and feel the vicissitudes of life
Finally, you are lost on the other side of time
In the mist, the soothing notes are the playing of the lyre, and the hazy words in the ears are the soft humming of Moira
In ignorance, dim figures emerge, filled with vivid colors
They laugh, they cry, they drift away
They turned into stories, hidden by ruthless time
Note: multiple protagonists, second person, changing the myth