The Sunlit Spires

Deep within the grand citadel, a traveler searched for the village inn promised by the old maps. He found only endless golden domes and monumental bridges winding into the clouds. Accosting a scholar, the traveler asked, "Where is the modest hearth of the village?" The scholar gestured toward the colossal spires above and the vast mists below. "When we build our dreams to touch the gods," the scholar replied, "we must learn to sleep in the palaces of our own imagination, for the village we left behind no longer fits the scale of our souls."