This city belongs only to a past entrusted to the passing light.
Desire, memory, and lightness weave five destinies together.
One woman after another, each a love struggling like a trapped beast.
One young man after another, each pursuing something worth staking his life on.
Some grow tired and curl up to sleep in this city.
Some set out, again and again crashing toward a land that does not exist.
Years later, all that remains of this city is the setting sun slanting over an empty place.
Generation after generation, young men and women repeat the same stories.
Come on, great writing, come on!
The copywriting is pretty good. But what about the author? Has this pit been abandoned?