“I was lost for a long time in the Saudade District. 

I could see the ghosts of all those who didn’t survive the fall. Maybe ‘survive’ is the wrong word. Maybe…gave up? They hung there, suspended. As if they gave up falling. I’ve never seen the bottom of this city. Maybe they couldn’t make their journey down. 

Faith goes far in this place. Every movement is conscious. I had to make every step intentional, even when the road went away. 

I never dared to try it, but I wonder what sleep does to you here.

Actually, I wonder…are they sleeping?”