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There is something strange happening in the Golden City. Anyone with eyes can see it. Anyone with ears can undoubtedly hear it.
Noisy shadows have begun dancing among the crowds, if shadows were made of light. They did not trickle in slowly. One day the city was as dreary as it always was, then the lights burst from a tent to watch a merchant set up their shop.
They are curious shadows. They do all manner of strange things. They climb buildings, follow citizens around, wait in lines, play music with the buskers. They act more like children than anything else.
(Some of the citizens get the strangest sense of deja vu when the shadows are near, like they are forgetting something important.)
Some whispers say they are a sign the Light is returning. Others say they are a sign of the end of times.
No one has an answer. If the lights have one, they will not give it. Their voices are as curious as their actions. Honks that sound like birds and manatees, laughter like bells. It is not a language the citizens understand.
Something strange is happening in the Golden City.
Something important.
Something no one understands.