
when the
lights
go
down
in the
city


do i
want
to be
there
in my
city

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⋯⋯⋯⋯ ✹ ⋯⋯⋯⋯
our city has existed for over two hundred years. now that time seems to be coming to an end. the blackouts are getting more frequent. the last of the lightbulbs are practically flying off of store shelves. it's the common belief that the builders, the ones who built ember's lightbulb-lit streets, will come to rescue us when the time is right. but we don't believe in just sitting around. after all, fortune favors the prepared. we are a new generation - the twelve-year-olds, the ones about to draw our lifelong professions from a bag as so many before us have. but unlike them, we're not letting our city go black without a fight.



















