Every great city has a soul. Some are ancient as myths, and others are as new and destructive as children. But every city also has a dark side. A roiling, ancient evil stirs beneath the earth, threatening to destroy the city and her five protectors unless they can come together and stop it once and for all.
Sailing to the Community of Love
Today, my grief feels like stability remains the dominant factor. It may not be the best moment of my life, but strength is better than being on the island of grief. The Community of Love is close enough that I can almost reach out and touch it. I’m unsure when I will make it, but I hold the tiller, and my Sunfish glides effortlessly through the glass-like water.
