The City of the Gods
by Gabriel W Burch
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to enter the City of the Gods. Much of my childhood was spent gazing up at the distant mountain peak where it was said to lie. At night I would often dream of that sacred sanctuary as it must have been in the ancient times, when the gods still walked the Earth. Titanic cathedrals of metal and stone, easily dwarfing any structure built by modern peoples, in every direction you would care to look, and shining with the intensity of stars. Beautiful verdant gardens kept for pleasure, with a thousand aromas emanating from a thousand plants, and a thousand sounds emanating from a thousand beasts, both possessing every conceivable shape, size, or color. All these things were dreamed of, but the greatest wonder of the City was the Gods themselves, giant in proportion and resembling nothing that exists in the world today.
In my dreams I could see the Gods perfectly, but alas, every morning when I awoke I had s