The city is invisible.
It wasn't always invisible, it was once alive but now it is invisible.
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The streets would be lined festoons, pink, the colour of celebration in the city, but now they are invisible.
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The butterflies followed, trailing after the flowers. Making the children jump for joy while they try to catch them. But now they are invisible.
The three old men with their fishing lines, telling old stories of past days where pink lit up the city. But now they are invisible.
The courtroom in the castle, full of chatter as always on special occasions. The women giggling about what they think the bride will wear and the men grumbling about the lack of beer. But now they all are invisible.
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The Queen's cat strolling through the castle, unnoticed by everyone on her way to her favourite windowsill, where she can watch all the birds fly past. But now she is invisible.
The Queen on her way from her chambers after putting the finishing touches to her speech. Making sure that the words were right for her nieces wedding. But now she is invisible.​
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The happy couple not bearing to part, at the bottom of the stairs in each others warm embrace. The wedding was hours away, they needed to get ready but neither of them cared in that moment. But now the couple are invisible.
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The young man, with his bird, hiding away from the pink atmosphere in the castle. He stood at the top of the tower looking over the endless fields, he couldn't bare losing the love of his life once and for all. But now that poor soul is invisible.
But you don't need to know all this, this city is invisible now.
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