Humans and humanoids clotted the streets, patches of darkness riding their shoulders like familiars. Immodesty prevailed. The city’s hot and cool breaths brought refinements to the hammered golds and silvers, tungstens and antimonies of their scanty dress, crumpling at a movement, dispersing in a fine dust glow. Pinks and lavenders showed as bruise marks under the humanoids’ skin. Flesh was the fashion, therefore outfits skimpy, but restraint for humans. Everywhere synthetic gobs of fat absorbed light’s evening hues. Satiety and longing tangled in a peoplescape of similitude. Buildings soared, all spire and no church, erections with easy ground floor access, sheathed armadillos against anything the compliant citizenry might bring to bear. Interspersed candy heights alleviated the effect ameliorating the untrustworthy darkness that awaited on all sides. He looked at the expressions on the faces, different from his, different from each other – the world he looked at was his world alone.
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