The City like a Flux

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It became freezing like deep winter, and I had to wear scarves while strolling on the deck. When I returned to the cabin, she reminded me that a new city called Meniax was not far to our north. The name sounded like a mixture of varying forms, which would evolve into different shapes as time went by. It also read like a poetic term referring to a goddess in an epic or a subtle emotion of melancholy.

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This city was composed of a tiny segment of the continent and a nearby island. I imagined its outline on the map, probably just like the snapshot of a cell divided into two. I could only view a part of the small island from the ship—There were bicycles slowing commuting on the coastal highway and a few edifices scattered in the distance. Tranquility permeated in the air.

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